Just a line to say I’m living
That I’m not among the dead
Though I’m getting more forgetful
And mixed up inside my head.
For sometimes I can not remember
When I stand at the foot of the stairs
If I must go up for something
Or I’ve just come down from there.
And before the fridge so often
My poor mind filled with doubt
Have I just put food away, or
Have I come to take some out?
And there’s times when it’s dark outside
And with my nightcap on my head
I don’t know if I’m retiring
Or just getting out of bed.
So it’s m y turn to write you
There’s no need in getting sore
I may think that I have written
And I don’t want to be a bore.
So, remember I do love you
And wish that you were here
But now it’s nearly mailing time
So I must say goodbye my dear.
There I stood beside the mailbox
With a face so very red
Instead of mailing you my letter
I have opened it instead.
Written to my mom12/8/88 for her birthday card