MONTHLY LETTER

I Can’t Remember

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 I just come down from there.

And before the fridge I 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 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 you,

There’s no need or 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 must say goodbye dear.

There I stand beside the mail box,

With a face so very red.

Instead of mailing you my letter,

I had opened it instead!