I have on my office wall a poem that was written some time back by my

brother-in-law, Howell Bear's, sister Joanne.  I wanted to share it 

with you.                                    Harold Driskell

My Mind Is Still Here

Do not think my mind is gone,

Because I live in a nursing home.

Years of living has taken its toll,

On this aged body that houses my soul.



My body is tired and weary, My eyes have grown weak,

All the rosy color has left my cheeks.

My ears may not hear every word you say,

But I still understand, my mind is O.K.



I do not talk much, there's no one to listen,

So quietly I sit there, waiting for attention.

So many memories, more precious than gold,

Waiting to share what floods my soul.



If  you are my nurse, my family, my friend,

Don't think I live here, because my mind is dim.

My mind and soul are healthy and strong,

A broken and bent body is all that's wrong.



So come visit me in my new home,

Pay no attention to a body that's all wrong.

Feed my soul with words of love,

You will be rewarded by the Father above.



                                                      by: Joanne Mullins

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