Why does Inchcock need to find Sanity?
I’ll begin by going back to my tender years
It all started around 1943,
Just born, Mid-Wife hands me bloodied to Mother, in comiti,
Mother tells the midwife, to throw it in the river, set it free,
I can’t afford it, I’m not a Charity!
Not an auspicious good start that, as you can see,
Still, she took me, dropped fag ash on my head, and not surprisingly,
I grew up scared and the first few years were hard, combatively,
Owt not locked up or tied down she’s nick, with compulsivity,
The police caught her later, a brave man that local PC!
She was a great con-woman, but they did her. The trial was a calamity!
Fined £9, Dad paid, and she walked, laughing and free,
Tried to sell my Sister to a member of the family,
But years later, she ran away after more crimes, arbitrarily,
Dad and I accepted it with the general familiarity.
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Twas not hard to harness the forgettability,
Dad got me up early to make the fire, his breakfast as well,
Then, got me a paper round, morning & night with Mr Bell,
Later, a Saturday job at Heason’s Hardware… pity,
For me, anyway, life seemed like an eviternity,
Rushing from school, on my homebound journey,
But this fed my evolvability,
And to get some pennies for the gas and electricity meter,
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Sometimes I’d play-up with tantrums and hostility,
Dad would rearrange the shape, of my posterior vicinity,
His boots were leather, large and offered me lachrymosity, Hehe!
We shared all we had, although it seemed mostly paucity,
I had a new sense of upcoming insecurity,
Somehow I knew, Mother would return with her egocentricity.
The conning conceited ways and her dubiosity,
Sadly, I was right, back came the anguish and incongruity,
Dad accepted her presence, doing his duty, showing endurability!
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She nicked conned and ran-away several more times, fatuity,
I’d like to mention Dad, this brave, honest loyal entity,
After so many years, I feel felicity,
And it is all thanks to him, his lack of hostility,
His patience and fungibility,
Love, care, and indefatigability,
I’ll see you soon, Dad…
Hopefully for infinity,
Then I can find my sanity
Forgive me, please.
A wee-wee and rinse, then got the clothing ready for the laundry room, took the mobile phone, empty glass jars and bottle for the recycling bin and camera down with me as well.
Took the medications and did the Health Checks. The Sys had come down at last at least.
Hobbled down and retrieved the clothes from the dryer. Cleaned the filter and casings. Then folded the togs and got them in the bag. I managed to drop a pair of socks, and what a farce trying to get down to pick them up. Humph!
I reheated three of the ‘Rustic Cobs’ in the oven for ten minutes. Buttered them well with just a touch of garlic salt and parsley. Sliced some tomatoes and dribbled them with Balsamic sauce, Stilton Cheese sliced an apple, potato chips, the tasty Mushroom pate and the Aldi BBQ chicken wings.
The evening sky was multi-coloured.