ashes are just embers of the one you love
scattered in the wind so they can fly above
high up in the sky they will gently blow
to heaven up above where the angels go

in a place of peace now forever free
no more pain to suffer will there ever be
only love and care will you ever know
in your final resting place where the angels go

Now I lay me down too sleep,
   I pray my pills, the pain,
      away will keep.
May I slumber a little before,
   the spouse puts down the book,
     and begins to snore.
May my coverage, hit the spot,
     not to cold, not to hot.
May I make it through the hour of wee,
     without having to get up
        and ***.
May I add to that, the neighbors
        dog doesn't, see a cat.
At my age, any bedtime
        wish list, I make,
          I must add,
             that I, "awake".

Do you remember, the "BEST"
     Poem you ever Read,
the one that, to your love
     of Poetry, it led?
Did it set you upon your quest,
     to write a Poem to pass the test,
       of being someone else's,
            "BEST"?

When the power goes out,
     there is no doubt.
How dependent, we be,
     on our electricity.