Just a line to say I'm living,
that I'm not among the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetfull,
and mixed up in the head.
I've gotten use to my Arthritis;
to my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bi-focals but,
Oh God, how I miss my mind.
For sometimes I can't remember,
when I stand at the foot of the stairs,
If I must go up for something,
or if I've just come down from there.
And before the fridge,
so often my poor mind is filled with doubt.
Have I just put the food away ,
or have I come to take some out.
So, if it's my turn to write to you,
there's no need for getting sore.
I may think that I have written,
and don't want to be a bore.
So, remember, I do love you,
and I wish that you were near.
But now's nearly mail-time,
so I must say "good-bye, Dear."
There I stood beside the mailbox,
with a face so very red.
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I had opened it instead!!!!
~Author Unknown~
