25 and One Day

she's 25 and one day and she thought
the celebrations were over.
the earrings are put away, the chocolate has
been nibbled, she found a chain to hang the copper
gasket around her slender neck.
who would have thought we'd be
done celebrating twenty five years
of mother and daughter, through chubby cheeks
and pimples, Science Fair awards and Harvard,
cycling in France and drinking wine once she
was of age, and even before, making cookies
and eating them, discovering cool grains like
farro and barley, greens like kale and chard,
watching her build her skills at the perfect,
oh so complicated oatmeal.
who would have thought we'd be done
celebrating when every day is a chance to
celebrate that deep river of love
of mother and daughter.