Thank You For Coming! Poem by Carmela Patterson

From time to time we would talk about our deaths
As it inevitably would ~ at our very last breaths.

The cycles of life are like the seasons we know
When deader than dead into the ground we'll go.

He has chosen a casket of shiny deep bronze metal
For another deep and dark hue he would not settle.

As for me, I have chosen a light amber color
The palest shades of brown seemed to be duller.

Positioning of the corpse is important of course....

Lying supine, the gazers' eyes come to gawk
We'd blink our own and hear them squawk!

The best position is lying sideways so we can see
Family and friends walking toward him and me.

There will be rigged, we chuckle about it now
That within the kneeler a switch will somehow

Be activated as a visitor kneels to say a prayer
Be audibly spooked and spit out a swear

As..........
'Thank you for coming! ' fills the air.