'Yir a wee puke'
That's whit ma Granny
used to say tae me.
'Yir a wee puke'
And, ah think whit she meant was,
ah was a wee bit soft in the heed,
a wee bit sensitive and dependent,
a mammies boy like, daft wae it tae.
'Yir mammy and daddy,
see only the Angel's Halo
above your heed, Boy.'
She didn't mean it nasty.
Maybe she was a bit jealous.
Bit she meant it in a way
that was just a wee observation.
'That boy, he's as saft
as a Caramel Sundae.'
Ma gran used to make
pancakes every Saturday.
A large tray of them.
And ah wid watch her make
the mix up, wae eggs
and flour and sugar.
She'd spoon some mix oot
pouring it ontae the hot pan,
in a wee circle it wid form,
and it wid cook.
Then she wid flip it over
and it would be golden broon.
And she'd make about thirty
pancakes, fir the whole family
to eat wae thur tea and coffee.
And ah wid just stand beside her,
and watch the pancakes being made.
And ah wid smell them like a wee prayer.
The sweet baked smell clung tae my nostrils.
And ah loved that,
watching her make the pancakes,
wee circular pancakes,
wee, saft halos
that we all ate.
