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Lancaster, OH | 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 stairs
If I must go up for something
Or I’ve just come down from there.
Standing 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?
There are many 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 call to you
There’s no need in getting sore
I may think I’ve already called
And I don’t want to be a bore.
So remember that I do love you
And I wish that you were here
But now it’s nearly mail time
So I must say good-bye, my dear.
There I stood beside the mail box
With my face so very red,
Instead of mailing this letter
I opened it instead!
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Parent's Letter to Children
