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My Aunt Doris taught both grammar school and Sunday School for over 40 years.  Recently, a poem she wrote in 1995 was found in an old chest by another family member and given to me.  In honor of  her, I am posting her poem for everyone to enjoy.

In Honor of

Doris Jean Paschal

June 28, 1930- December 1, 2010

Just a line to say, I'm living, That I'm not among the dead.

Though I'm getting more forgetful and more mixed up in the head

For sometimes I can't remember when I stand at the foot of the stairs.

If I must go up for something  Or have I just come down from there?

And before the refrigerator so often my poor mind is filled with doubt.

Have I just put the food away  Or have I come to take it out?

And there's times when it's dark out with my night cap on my head,

I don't know if I'm retiring  Or just got out of bed.

So if it's my turn to write you  There's no need in getting sore,

I may think that I have written  And don't want to be a bore.

So remember, I do love you,   And wish that you were here.

But now it's nearly mail time  So I must say, "Good-bye Dear".

There I stood beside the mailbox with a face so very red.

Instead of mailing you my letter, I opened it instead.

DJP-1995  My Guest Writer