By Trish Hubschman
Remind me of the things I forget
Because I can’t remember all.
Birthdays I do, ages I don’t,
though I do try to recall.
Remind me of the time and date,
And I’ll remember what we have that day,
Where we should be, not so much when,
Whether we should be out or stay.
Remind me where I put things down ,
Because I’ll go nuts trying to locate,
My shoes, a pen, and other things.
I’ll be lost in a frantic state.
I have a file cabinet in my head,
But I’m sure it’s on overload.
I’m trying to remember everything
And my mind is ready to explode.
Trish is a graduate of Long Island University’s Southampton Campus and has a Bachelor’s degree in English-writing. She is deaf-blind and lives in Pennsylvania with her husband Kevin and their dog, Henry.