I want a stairlift.
Not as a gift
But I need it quick.
I need it fast
So that my thought
Will still last
To remember
When I'm at the top
Of the stair.
To remember
Why I'm there! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where are my keys? They were in the refrigerator. Why because I left them there when I filled up my son's cup with grapejuice. Then I put the container on the counter to grab my purse. No keys looked for two hours then it dawned on me where they were. I so can relate to this poem.