praising the beloved
positive Jimmy, my cousin says 'I'm lucky to have survived for so long'
'A nice lad to his parent's'
attended to them both while all were enduring various sicknesses
that took their fatal tolls, gradually putting paid to each one of the three of them in turn.
Always a regular at family gatherings. He was the well, mannered one
smiling as blindfolded he attempted to pin the tail on the donkey
or joined in passing the parcel or,
nursing a toddler on his knee, while we sang of
'packing up our troubles in our old kitbags'
( as dad conducted an invisible band )
his younger mother, then, saluting with her fat right arm
her fat thighs wobbling with each stationary marching step
in lieu of those, thinner thigh's in her youth she had twisted many a night away.
Although all of those times, those people are now gone,
I'm still comforted in knowing
that they were the times, they were the people, the lifebloods
that shaped the cornerstone of my character
and laid the best kind of pathways to my future.