Remember

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 my head.

 I've got used to my arthritis,
 to my dentures I'm resigned.
 I can manage my bifocals,
 But, Oh 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 I've just come down from there.

 And before the refridge, 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 times 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
 There's no need you getting sore,
 I may think that I have written
 and don't want to be a bore.

 So remember, I do love you,
 And wish that you were near
 But it's nearly mail time,
 So I must say, "Good-bye Dear"

  Love, Me

 P.S.
 Here I stand beside the mailbox
 With my face so very red,
 Instead of mailing you my letter,
 I've opened it instead ! ! !