A Little Mixed Up

Another one from my grandma's collection:

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 my 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 frig', 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 out,

With my night cap 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 to getting sore,

I may think that I have written

And don't want to be a bore.

So, remember - I do love oyu,

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,

in place of mailing you my letter,

I had opened it instead.

I don't know who wrote this. There's no name attached. I don't want to break any copyright laws but I do like sharing some of these quips and quotes and hope you enjoy them too. 

Blessings,
Mary