Who knew that our son would turn into the young man
who shopped for us during the pandemic
who plants sunflowers
and cleans the litter box

and invites me to Kentucky Native Café
to widen my circle of friends
and suggests I sit too close to the computer screen
and sang harmony with me at his sister’s wedding

and shows his friends more largesse than he can afford
and cooks for his girlfriend
and practices forbearance toward the elderly

and for whom alone the cat purrs?