Poem: Lullabies by Finola Scott


My arms remember.
This grandchild’s soft
weight tugs.
Milky breath nuzzles,
her pearly skin part of me.
Memories of midnights flare.
I’m here and back –
a mother
in my Glasgow tenement.

On the phone-in programme
all-night souls whisper
+++++++It’s hard … money an that …
+++++++‘specially on ma own when
+++++++ the kids are down
+++++++ They’re missing their Da.
+++++++ He’s away – wee bit bother
+++++++ wi the polis
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++ solitary secrets
to a sleeping world.
Stars pierce the dark.

My child swaddled in my lap;
we cuddle by the bold fire.
Sparks of love flame our den,
sweet oasis in the careless city.
The DJ searches for lullabies:
high rise harmonies.

Now another bundle flashes
the same smile.
My heart: empty of secrets
my lap’s cradle, +++full again.

Finola Scott‘s poems are widely published in anthologies and magazines including The Ofi Press,The Lake, Obsessed with Pipework and Clear Poetry. A Slam winning granny Liz Lochead was her mentor on the Clydebuilt scheme. A Facebook addict she justifies herself by being Admin on both main Scottish poetry sites -The Federation of Writers and Poetry & Spoken Word (Scotland).

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