cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Modern Immortality

Today as I went out the door
A friend of mine was coming in.
She pushed a cart filled with lush plants
And plush throw-pillow rainbow-hued.
She told me a friend who died left word
For her to choose some things
To keep as cherished memories.

The green house plants would live for years
The pillow soft would comfort her
But one more thing, my friend told me,
Will indeed outlive us both.
I have the emails that we shared.
There is new immortality
Promised us by cyber space.

Thanks to Enid for inspiration

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