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Posted by MFish

There once was a day
That I could certainly tell,
All the things, you did,
Were not done very well.
It's not criticism, you see,
Just a lapse in your memory.
As our days, pass by,
I will keep wondering why,
Things you did from before,
You do not do anymore.
For some of the tasks,
You can no longer do,
Then you ask me to.
I will then, just comply
And do always, wonder why,
This ugly disease, has now,
Forced a change of how,
We live our life, every day
and it will never go away.
May God keep you safe,
In the palm of his hand.

No central heat,
no central air.
Just an oil heater
in the living room,
that was only on
if there was company.
The living space
was in the kitchen
where the huge wood
stove was sitting.
The first chore,
in the morning,
was to remove the lid
with a tool,
put in paper
and wood, for fuel.
Touch the paper
with a match,
replace the lid,
open the draft
and soon the heat
was coming fast.
The stove was iron
with a big oven,
where pies and cakes
would be forth coming.
Some pots on the rear
flat top of the stove,
kept items quite warm,
almost all the day.
Potatoes, vegetables
some meat, would
go into those pots
to cook away,
until dinner time.
That's something I
recall, from long ago,
when life was simple
as we listened
to the radio.

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