The Letters I Owe

[LindaB in TN:)]

When clearing out my grandmother's papers 20 years ago, I found this poem she had clipped from an old newspaper. Now that I am in my 60's, I can really relate to it LOL. I have not been able to find out the name of the author but this is dedicated to anyone we might owe a letter to:

 

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 foot of the stair

If I must go up for something

Or I've just come down from where?

 

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's dark

And my night cap is on my head,

I don't know if I'm retiring

Or 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 have 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 "good-bye, dear".

 

....There I stood beside the mail box

With a face so very red;

Instead of mailing you my letter --

I opened it instead. 

 

----Author Unknown