If Memory Serves Me
If memory serves me,
How lucky I'll be,
If that wonderful waiter
Brings laughter to me;
I don't mind repeats,
Let me taste them again;
The heart warming moments,
The faces of friends;
When he comes to the table
Of my grateful mind,
Tactfully leaving
Sad choices behind,
My heart will make sure
That I've gratefully left
A tip for the server,
A nod to the Chef,
And a take-away box
For the smiles that are left–
Yes, I'll have to admit
That the banquet was great,
The service outstanding,
Even though I still wait
For my cell phone and keys
To appear on my plate!
Edie Batstone
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However, since I am very incapacitated when it comes to things like grabbing my keys and leaving the house anymore, I have a caregiver who is supposed to take care of all those details. Ironically, I find that my tenant and my primary caregiver are much more forgetful than I am and are much younger.
So I just relax and smile as they run around the house and worry about "Who took my keys? I left them right over there. Did you take them!"
Ron