Just a line to say I am living....that I am not among the dead,
Though I am getting more forgetful and mixed up in the head.
I got used to my arthrities. To my dentures I am resigned,
I can manage my bifocals. But Lord....how I miss my mind!!!
Sometimes I cannot remember when I stand at the foot of the stairs,
If I must go up for something....or if I have just come down from there.
I stand before the fridge at times. My poor mind filled with doubt.
Have I come to put food away or come to take some out?
There are times when it is dark out and with my night cap on my head
I do not know if I am retiring....or just getting out of bed.
So it it is my turn to write you, there is no need for getting sore
I may think that I have written and do not want to be a bore.
I do know that I miss you and wish that you were near.
And now it is nearly mail time so I must say good bye, my dear.
Now I am standing beside the mail box with a face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter....I have opened it instead!!!
