From Mom's Collection -A Little Mixed UpJust a line to say I'm livin' -- that I'm not among the dead. Tho' I'm getting more forgetful, and more mixed up in the head. For sometimes I can't remember when I stand at the foot of the stair' If I must go up for something, or if I just came down from there. And before the fridge, so often, my mind fills with doubt -- Have I just put food away, or have I come to take some out? And there are times when it's dark out -- with my night cap 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 for 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 here -- And now it's nearly mail time, so I must say, "Good-bye, dear." There I stood beside the mail box, with face so very red, Instead of mailing you my letter, I had opened it instead. Author Unknown
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