Just a line to say I'm living, that I'm not among the dead; though I'm getting more forgetful and more mixed up in the head; for sometimes I can't remember when I stand at the bottom 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 minds so filled with doubt, have I just put food away, or am about to take some out? And then there's the time, when it gets 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 its my turn to write to you there's no need to get sore; I may think I have written and don't want to be a bore. So remember, I do love you all, and wish that you were here; But, now, it's nearly mail time so I must say "Goodbye my dears" Here I stand beside the mail box, with a face so very red, Instead of mailing you my letter, I have opened it instead! I'm getting used to my bifocal glasses, and my hearing aid fits just fine, I do enjoy my dentures. BUT I SURE DO MISS MY MIND!!
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