From Your Mother - Poem by Ida Camner
This note is from your mother
Who's not yet among the dead.
Though memory often fails me
And confusion rules my head.
I've accepted growing older.
To aches and pains I am resigned.
I can manage my tri-focals
But how I miss my mind!
Some things I can't remember
Like where I put my keys
Or those important papers
Filed 'safely' away by me.
Know that I'll always love you.
In my heart you are always dear.
So humor your old mother
And be glad that she's still here.
Time passes by so quickly
When old age creeps up on you
Think back to your old mother
And what you put her through!
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