A Little Mixed Up

With all the ailments I’m going through lately, I thought I’d share this note from sister-in-law, Kay Sylvester, which I received in the mail from her a few years ago. I know a lot of my friends out there can relate to it.

A Little Mixed Up

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 foot of stair,

If I must go up for something,

Or I’ve 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 times when it is dark out,

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 in getting sore,

I may think that I’ve written,

And don’t want to be a bore.

So, remember—I do love you,

And I wish that you were here;

But now, it’s nearly mail time

So, I must say, “Goodbye, dear.”

There I stood beside the mailbox,

With a face so very red,

Instead of mailing you my letter,

I had opened it instead.

         --Anonymous

Hang in there, Everyone!