Medicine Cabinet

After exploring the meds

In my parent’s 

Medicine cabinet

While recently visiting

To see exactly what they were on

And pilfering

A hand-full

Of the good stuff

Shutting the twin doors

Looking into

The sterilized mirrors

Staring

Realizing

That someday

Not too far off

The commute towards death

Is closer 

Than I think

That I will 

Be much like my parents

I can see the 

Same shared physical features

There in the glossy glass

They are smaller

Than I last remember them

And move slower

Outside the bathroom door

I know

They visit the doctor

On a regular basis

I recall the denture cream

The Preparation H

The pain-aids

The brown and white

Plastic pharmacy bottles

With laser printed labels

On clean shelves

Behind Home Depot mirrored glass

On my way out

Wiping my hands

On peviously un-used

Pretty guest towels

With a seashore theme

And kiss them goodniight

The lawn sprinklers came on

As I was walking out the door

Being careful to protect my pockets

And their acquired bounty

So they wouldn’t get wet

Until I reached my car

Got into the stale smell
Shut the door

And waved

Good-bye