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This was composed for the CPC Saturday Share poetry challenge.  Angel Love’s must-use line is “strolling down memory lane.”

Posthumous Poetry

Recalling nights at our special place,
used as an exploring base
for strolling slow down memory lane,
exercising heart and brain.

Across grounds of Eternal Rest,
the nursing home we love the best,
We rented golf carts for our journey:
far more comfy than a gurney.

Walking would have been a pain
And what if it began to rain?

We’d get attacks of arthuritis,
which we’re sure would not delight us.

Then we could not look up at the sky
watching midnight cloulds drift by.
The stars align despite our bidding,
spelling: AT YOUR AGE, R U KIDDING?

While on the ground, I can’t get up
until I find my back pill cup.
But on the grass, when seats get wet,
since we’re incontinent, no sweat!

Upon a private knoll we share
medication, then declare
everlasting love so true.
It’s really not so hard to do
when life expectancy for you
is no more than a month or two.

Each had grasped for one last prize.
Four sightless eyes soon realize,
in boxes lowered by a crane
two hearts could not withstand the strain.
Now, from beneath our memory lane,
where caskets side by side have lain,
I wish that we had gone by train.

Lines from those you’d swear were getting younger: Angel Love (3), Mindy.