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