Two Second Forgetting

Every evening I pile Gregory's slippers,

Sweats, and underwear on the bench,

So he can get himself going in the morning,

Hopefully without my help, my assistance.

Every morning he asks anyway, "Are these mine."

Two second forgetting isn't his fault.

For a while I resented having to reply, "Yes!"

After having gone to the extra trouble,

Having laid out his stuff ahead of time.

Now I just say, with understanding, "Yes."

That makes it easier, without resentment.

Two second forgetting isn't his fault.

Sometimes he takes part of the pile

into the bathroom and for some reason

gets distracted and leaves it there.

"Something is wrong." he will say.

"Yes," I will say. "Look in the bathroom. 

Two second forgetting isn't his fault.

After thinking a few seconds or minutes

He returns to see what he left behind.

Sometimes he finds what he is missing

Sometimes he cannot see in front of his eyes.

With understanding I will get up to help.

Two second forgetting isn't his fault.

Sometimes the undershirt is on backwards,

Sometimes the sweat pants are inside out.

Sometimes things are in the wrong order,

And sometimes in the wrong place!

So I smile. I didn't always used to smile.

Good for me. Understanding is easier.

Two second forgetting isn't his fault.

Two second forgetting isn't his fault.