For his memory was never that stellar

Remembering little things from a decade ago

But not a minute ago

He’s the smartest dumb person I know

She’d say

Or the dumbest smart person I know

She could never decide

For he was not unintelligent

Far from it

But she’d always say it

Albeit as a joke

Laced with a hint of worry

For he was a bit young to have his memory going

But we’d all laugh

For what else?

And carry on…

For what else?

When my mother said this of my father