Relentless

It came to me when I was sleeping. And it came when I was tired. It came when I was rested. No excuses were required. It happens in my dreams. This sort of unconscious fear. I see your face and you’re angry. Your reasons aren’t as clear. I guess someone betrayed you. I guess they look like me. I’ve about now had enough. Of your emotionality.

Dennis Mantin

I’ve Seen Enough

I met my Grandfather Patrick when I was 20. Patrick was 92 and going blind. He had been muster gassed in the first world war. Being young and immature I was horrified by the realization of him losing his sight. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry… I’ve seen enough.”

I’m 60 now and am beginning to get what he meant. Life is like that.

Dennis Mantin

me

I wasn’t born with the sense to listen and hold my thoughts from my tongue.

Learning things when I’m older, I could never know when I was young.

It’s all part of the process and I don’t know if it’s Devine.

I can’t say what’s yours. I don’t even know what’s mine.

They wanted so badly to talk. They had so much to say.

I stared off blankly to the past, and somewhere far away.

Dennis Mantin

Laughed Until I Cried… Almost F#@king died!

I used to have laughing fits, which were apparently extremely offputting, if you were the object of my joy.

One winter morning; I was 7 and laughing at my mother who was getting me ready for school. She snapped the scarf around my neck and pushed me out backwards into a snowbank and shut the door.

I quickly realized I couldn’t breathe and she was none the wiser. I had to get my laughter under control long enough to get my mitts off using my teeth and squeezing my fingers to my scarf so I could breath before passing out.

Once I was successful, I just laid down laughing, not oblivious to the fact that I almost F#@king died from laughter.Dennis Mantin

The Decades

Next month, God be willing, I will enter my 8th decade on this rock that spins…

I have no memory of the 50’s.

The 60’s, my childhood, seemed like one long head cold interrupting moments of abject terror.

The 70’s began with the death of my mother and the depression that followed that.

My 80’s and 90’s were fueled by addiction and not nice to look at from any P.O.V. Ending with a new millennium and hope.

The 2000’s brought sobriety, meeting my father whom I was told was dead and obviously wasn’t, and change.

The decade of the 2010’s brought my daughter and a love I am so grateful to have not missed.

I don’t know what is on the horizon, however I am thankful and grateful for all of this life.

What a ride!Dennis Mantin