• Tony Frobisher

Weathered Family

Weathered Family


Over here it's raining.

And the wind is blowing

A hoolie and chilling our bones.

Winter wrapped in gloves

And scarves, woolly hats bobbling.

We walk together, cold-silent for now.


And our faces are cold-creased.

And weather worn, ruddy cheeked.

And we blink frozen tears.

And inhale knife tipped air.

And exhale in spindrift puffs.

And our lips are frost chafed.


Then crack into warm smiles.

And our eyes are laughter lit

Under gathering crepuscular skies.

And we beat away the rain drops,

As warmth permeates each memory.

Those long Sunday afternoon wellied-walks .


Where family shielded one another

From a hillside battering and

We held each other in a weather

Embrace, willing the summit so we

Could retreat to the warmth of home.

Though we carried warmth with us in every step.


And we linked arms, hearts pulsing and

Blood coursing in happy familiarity.

While the wind raged and the rain hammered us.

Dreich and sodden, yet nothing could ever

Dampen our spirits, or wash away our kinship.

We are family, we weathered storms, we always do.


--


Weathered Fowk


ower 'ere tis raining.

And th' win` is blowing

a hoolie 'n' chilling oor bones.

Winter wrapped in gloves

and scarves, woolly bunnets bobbling.

We donder th'gither, cauld silent fur noo.


'n' oor faces ur cauld creased.

And waither worn, ruddy cheeked.

And we blink frozen tears. 'n' inhale claymore tipped air.

And exhale in spindrift puffs.

And oor lips ur frost chafed.


Then crack intae taps aff smiles.

And oor een ur laughter lit

under gathering crepuscular skies.

And we beat awa' th' smirr drops,

as warmth permeates ilk memory.

Those lang sunday efternoon wellied-walks.


Whaur fowk shielded yin another

from a hillside battering 'n' we held ilk ither in a weather

embrace, willing th' summit sae we

could retreat tae th' warmth o' home.

Though we carried warmth wi' us in ilka step.


'n' we linked arms, hearts pulsing and

blood coursing in happy familiarity.

While th' win` raged 'n' th' smirr hammered us.

Dreich 'n' sodden, yit hee haw cuid ever

dampen oor spirits, or wash awa' oor kinship

we ur fowk, we weathered storms, we aye dae.




A poem in English and Scots (I have Scots in my family from my paternal Grandmother...ma wee Nana Bessie)


A poem of strength, the family bond that holds us steadfast against the storms of life.


Love your family, you only have one.






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