I Can’t Remember

Here’s a poem that will remind you of yourself or someone you know. Unknown author.

Just a line to say I’m living,
that I’m not among the dead,
though I’m getting more forgetful
and mixed up in my 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 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 are times 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 for 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 I must say “Goodbye, Dear.”

Now here I stand beside the mailbox
with a face so very red-
instead of mailing you my letter,
I have opened it instead!

Please share with someone who will appreciate the humor of this poem.

Nancy Roe
Author