first light

Mind thon dreich days
when first light threw a sickie
and the crumpled note
written in the bestest effort
of your mothers handwriting
buckled, sweated, crumpled
under the strain of your teacher’s disbelief?

I mind it fine.
I’ve turned up Bach’s Cello.
The rain’s carried my note away.
I’ll put the kettle on
so we can hae a news
and practice our bestest handwriting
under the strain of Bach’s carefree bow.

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