"Lean on me"
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 my head. I've got use to my arthritis, to my dentures I'm resigned. I can manage my bifocals, but, oh 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 I've just came down from there. And before the fridge, so often my poor mind filled with doubt, have I just put food away, or have I come to take some out? And there's time 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 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 near but it's nearly mail time, so must say, "Goodbye Dear" Love, Me PS. Here I stand beside the mailbox, with face so very red, instead of mailing you my letter, I've opened it instead!!!
Please E-mail me... Spice Chihuahuas