Poems and Poetry

Death in the Suburbs | A Poem by Ian Fletcher

It came as no surprise at all
when the old lady expired
never more to open the door
of her empty suburban home
after the two grueling months
away in the intensive care ward
her organs failing one by one.
Though he deemed it a mercy
that she had now passed on
there at the crematorium he felt
a moment or two of filial grief
with some trite reflections
on the transience of life
but was soon brought round
by his most practical wife
who if the truth be told
had never really much liked
her deceased mother-in-law.
So before a month had passed
the house of his childhood
was on sale at three hundred
and fifty thousand pounds
for life must go on he knows
his wife already pricing up
the new extension and patio.



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