A Little

Children have me running into too many circles.
It is making me crazy in the head.

I was standing at the foot of stair…..
Can’t remember must I go up for something or
Have I come down from there?

Standing in front of my frigadare, scratching my head
and a blanken glare……. Have I come to put something away or
Have I come to get something out of there?


Standing at the foot of bed, nightcap on my head….. Pondering …
Am I to rest my sweet head or have I just gotten up
From a weaken dream in my empty bed.


Standing in front of my mailbox with a love letter addressed to you.
A face oh so very red…… Rather then mailing you my letter I
Opened it instead.


Oh my dear I love you very much so don’t you dread…..
Even though I am a little mixed up in the head!