the beauty of Living in the Country

how long after we are dead will our children know?
they do not get in touch with us on a daily basis.
no one calls to check on us in the morning.
Sunday company? I laugh at the thought

we could be dead in the house for a long time
I feel a relief there is a dog door
so the dogs can escape and maybe find food
there are neighbors who might contact someone
eventually

I think we could be dead six months at least I say
my husband thinks we could be dead five years
before anyone knows
the beauty of living in the country
and not socializing
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace