Photo by Paul Brookes

Bairns Are Old Codgers (From “A World Where” chapbook)

Before I get taken to play at my soft playcentre,
my one year granddaughter toddles with her zimmer frame.

Later we will take her to the memory cafe 
where she’ll remember her past lives.
“Hard”, of before dawn and midnight hours:

A welder in the Clyde shipyard, 1942.
“Stinks that,” she says of the steel shavings, and Swarfega. 
“Heavy”, of the hammer…

A kitchen servant in a big house. 
“Hurts”, of calloused pestle and mortared deferment…

I’m all giddy at tumble down
slides, scramble nets and ballpools.

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