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.
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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.
