Consumer shares poem “A Little Mixed Up” by Bart Beck

On Sunday morning an IHSS client called UDW in a panic because his caregiver had not arrived yet to take him to his appointment. We reminded him that his appointment was for Monday and that a caregiver would be there to get him to his appointment on time. He was very embarrassed, so I told him we all get mixed up on the days, and that I do it myself quite often. Later I received a poem from this client via the caregiver that worked for him Monday. Here is the poem (shared with permission):

“A Little Mixed Up” by Bart Beck

Just a line to say I’m living
That I’m not among the dead
Tho 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 if I’ve just come down from there

And before the fridge 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 then when it is dark out
With my night cap on my head
I don’t know if I’m retiring
Or just getting out of bed

So if it is my turn to write you
There’s no need of getting sore
I may think that I have written
And don’t want to be a bore

So remember I care for you
And I wish that you were here
But now it’s nearly mail time
So I’ll say good bye my dear

There I stood beside the mailbox
With a face so very red
Instead of mailing you my letter
I had opened it instead!

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