A Special Recipe

That’ll be mi grandad! Tough as a coffin nail. But he could have a good laugh in his rocking chair when the wrestling was on. That’ll be me grandad from mi fathers side that noz! Got shot in the trenches and died not long since he got home. That’ll be mi mother. She could care you know. Saw something that she didn’t like. I couldn’t fight so I let her go. That’ll be mi father. A. Broken mind in a broken soul. A warm heart and someone who struggled with his feelings but he loved me sos you know. That’ll be mi grandma. Loved her most of all. She was always warm and gentle to me at least I’ll let you know. That’ll be me. I contain all of them you know. They all had flaws just so you know. Now I carry them in here with my own, a special recipe has grown. I sometimes feel these feelings that I know I do not own.