No words can explain a mom's struggle. All you have to do is to look into my eyes, or count the lines around my mouth, and you understand how wisdom has brought them
I can see you much clearly now, with my bifocals, you see. I just can't remember how I was sitting at the foot of the stairs, trying to decide if I was
going to go up or was I going down the stairs that day?
Or, how I had went to refridgerator so many times in one day. I mean, I could
not remember if I ate dinner or was it now time for breakfast?
I was explaining to you just the other day, about those cramps in my knees, brought on with that
bout of arthritis. It had stopped me from walking this week (which is my favorite past time, you see).
Even my writer's hand, my wrist keeps tightening
up. I know its a sign to get up and get some rest properly. I love to write. It keeps me from being bored. I may forget to speak to other friends of mine for a while. They are too many that now live among the dead.
So this is why I write to you because I may be getting more forgetful than usual. Sometimes I may get things all mixed up with my words or with my thoughts. All I am asking
is if you can just give me a little more time to sort this thing through. I want you to know as well, these are the signs to look for in the aging of me.
I want you know too, that I love you and I wish you were here. But its almost my bedtime, my dear. So I"m going to say "Goodnight!"
PS...Freedom will come
when there's that knock is sounded at the door. Its you. You came to tell me, " Just stoped by to check on you. Making sure if you are ok?"
a testimony of what you mean to me. So I will stand beside my mailbox. My face is now so rosey and dewy, because I just mailed you a letter. You will not believe me, if I had told you a thousand times...
I had went and opened that letter right back up...
I thought it was from you!