Dear Papa ©
Sandra Paterson
Fife, Scotland
1999
How ye daein faither?
Yer bairn here on the pen.
Aw ae us hae thocht aboot ye,
Ur ye seein freinds?
Wis ma granny there wi open airms?
Did she haud yer hand richt through?
Is it warm up there? Still smokin fags?
I hope ye've gotten foo!
Wur gled we hud ye faither,
An things ur kinna odd.
We niver thocht we'd see the day
That you'd go the "Craw Road".
An thanks fir aw yer lifetime,
Ye spent aw moments well.
We'll tell oor bairns aboot ye,
Ye'll be here 'til Tom can tell.
This is ma letter o'er alud yin.
We remember aw ye said.
"Niver trust a smilin man." and
"Ah call a spade a spade."
Love,
Sandra
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