Expressing feelings that suggest you’ve been the
victim of a vast conspiracy would seem too much
like nannying; imagine her reaction, all shades of
grey were black and white in her view - and if her
wee darling was upset, the World would rue such
grossly animistic and self-centred behaviour; hah
she’d interject, think you can get away with being
such peasants - well, you’d better think again
In the space of a momentously indulgent second
or two she sorted the wheat from the chaff - cast
out the lurking riffraff and demons - whether they
were merely innocents whatever, or bystanders,
mattered not a mote, and rewrote the ‘rule book’
whose purpose was her little angel’s wellbeing
Well you could say, thinking it through like that’s
a relief, Nana played a straight bat when it came
to whose feelings mattered - yet ideas someone
could set it up deliberately, which was still within
the realms of probability, niggled; and yet again,
Nana’s philosophy made that too, all too plain
© 31 October 2014, I. D. Carswell
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