Posted by Jane

Just a line to say I’m living, 
that I’m not among the dead,
though I’m getting more forgetful 
and mixed up in the head.

I got used to my arthritis, 
to my dentures I’m resigned,
I can manage my bifocals 
but God 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 have just come down from there.

And before the fridge so often, 
my poor mind is filled with doubt,
have I just put food away, 
or have I come to take some out?

And there’s the time when it is dark 
with my nightcap on my head,
I don’t know if I’m retiring, 
or just getting out of bed.

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 that I love you 
and wish that you were near 
but now it’s nearly mail time
so I must say good-bye dear,

There I stand beside the mailbox 
with a face so very red,
instead of mailing you my letter, 
I opened it instead!

(Anon)

Posted on: 10, February, 2019 | Author: Author
Categories: Art

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