By Susan Glyn

The more we put thoughts about death away, behind us,
the more they play `grandmother's steps' and stand before us.
'Granny'- don't harp on that word. It was simply kindness
to put her into a home when she started to bore us.
But their bills were too high. We told them she had no hope
and was always sickly.
They used some respectable dope
and cremated her quickly.

But I don't like my daughter's child calling me `Granny'.
Somehow it feels uncanny.

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By Susan Glyn

"I'd plead `Not guilty' of any other crime
But of Old Age I cannot be acquitted.
This Capital Offence, forced on by time,
is never pardoned. It's not even pitied.

Our Condemned Cell is clean and nicely lit.
The nurses' faces show us no emotion.
Six of us here can sip our tea and knit
and wonder who is next for execution.

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By Susan Glyn

We made no protest when an aunt we all dislike
was caused to die. She'd lost her "quality of life."
But now my dearest one is in their grip.
They've taken away her water and cut off her drip.
I'm old myself, can't visit as I'd like,
but I know the signs - they're going to kill my wife!