Forgetter Be Forgotten?

My forgetter’s getting better
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke.

For when I’m ‘here’ I’m wondering
If I really should be ‘there’
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven’t got a prayer!

Often times I walk into a room,
Say “what am I here for?”
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
A zero, is my score.

At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!

When shopping I may see someone,
Say “Hi” and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, “who was that?”

Yes, my forgetter’s getting better
While my remember is broke,
And it’s driving me plumb crazy
And that isn’t any joke.

James Casey author and poet

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Sun Tea

https://gardentherapy.ca/sun-tea/

Sun Tea doesn’t taste any better

It just takes a lot longer to get’er

Make sure  you put lids on the jugs

It’s a sure way to keep out yer bugs

  Author Eileen Clark

Lovely ice tea jar image, bugs not included. :)https://gardentherapy.ca/sun-tea/

My Daughter

Sometimes I'll wake up in the morning and wish that I had not
I've given my worst and given my best, I've given all that I got
Getting up is no fun anymore, no new adventures have I to seek
I'll try to get up and then pretend that my life is not quite so bleak 

Through  blurry eyes I see my daughter looking down over me 
A much too cheerful voice I hear, good morning my dear mommy
So quick and so ready to make for me a much brighter and better day
Listening to my same old stories trying not to let her mind go astray

Two girls and a boy the number of children I have are three
My oldest child a grown daughter is the one looking after me
Does shopping and laundry and makes meals for me every day
She sits by my bed every evening listening while I pray

Sometimes as I'm looking at her face I'll notice a bit of a strain
I'm fully aware of the situation, so often I can be such a pain
As mothers come and mothers go, I know that I wasn't the best
Many times I will ask myself, why with her have I been so blessed.

Author Eileen Clark

My Daughter Valerie And Me

Image:Beautiful painting found at Claudia Tremblay Studio Champlain, New York.