Just a line….

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