whatever booze was in the house.
Then…he’d quote his own version of famous poems
and tell long drawn out jokes
more often than not forgetting or mixing punch lines.
But he still won us
with his Irish twinkling smile
that wink and grin that forced us
somehow to forgive him.
He was always seeking forgiveness
or at least some warm acceptance.
He seemed a boarder in his body
and as a boarder
he felt lucky just to be there.
We were the ones who had to pay the rent.