{"id":89882,"date":"2012-06-02T01:21:59","date_gmt":"2012-06-02T05:21:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/89882\/poem-posthumous-poetry\/"},"modified":"2012-06-02T01:21:59","modified_gmt":"2012-06-02T05:21:59","slug":"poem-posthumous-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/89882\/poem-posthumous-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"POEM: Posthumous Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"

This was composed for the CPC Saturday Share poetry challenge<\/a>. \u00a0Angel Love’s must-use line is “strolling down memory lane.”<\/strong><\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

\"Photobucket\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Posthumous Poetry<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Recalling nights at our special place,
\nused as an exploring base
\nfor strolling slow down memory lane,
\nexercising heart and brain.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Across grounds of Eternal Rest,
\nthe nursing home we love the best,
\nWe rented golf carts for our journey:
\nfar more comfy than a gurney.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Walking would have been a pain
\nAnd what if it began to rain?<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

We’d get attacks of arthuritis,
\nwhich we’re sure would not delight us.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Then we could not look up at the sky
\nwatching midnight cloulds drift by.
\nThe stars align despite our bidding,
\nspelling: AT YOUR AGE, R U KIDDING?<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

While on the ground, I can’t get up
\nuntil I find my back pill cup.
\nBut on the grass, when seats get wet,
\nsince we’re incontinent, no sweat!<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Upon a private knoll we share
\nmedication, then declare
\neverlasting love so true.
\nIt’s really not so hard to do
\nwhen life expectancy for you
\nis no more than a month or two.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Each had grasped for one last prize.
\nFour sightless eyes soon realize,
\nin boxes lowered by a crane
\ntwo hearts could not withstand the strain.
\nNow, from beneath our memory lane,
\nwhere caskets side by side have lain,
\nI wish that we had gone by train.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Lines from those you’d swear were getting younger: Angel Love (3), Mindy.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This was composed for the CPC Saturday Share poetry challenge. \u00a0Angel 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-89882","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89882","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=89882"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89882\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=89882"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=89882"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=89882"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}