• National Poetry Day October 8th 2015

    For this special day here is one ae ma poems, aboot ma Granny Cather !

     In Granny’s drawers

    In Granny’s drawers
    were towels and soaps,
    Her treasures to behold!
    To this day, Pears Golden Glory
    Still washes me in hope.

    Her potent greatness, her wicked wiles,
    She took me robbin, whilst she smiles.
    She’d pay furr the wan bag,
    “It’s only the Co”.
    Tae her, it’s her shop, co’ checks n aw’.

    Ma Granny Cather,
    wi’ her broad-chested-hands,
    she held us aw’ close,
    Noo I understand!

    We slept four in her bed,
    tap tae toe,
    Keepin us warm forever, ye know!

    Her eyes and her love
    follow me still,
    generosity twinkling
    a boundless thing.


Born in 1958 and brought up in Blantyre in a family of seven. Moved to Glasgow in 1976 and stayed until 2012. Then I moved back to Hamilton where I had attended secondary school, for 4 years. Home is now Glasgow, again, I am a weegie through 'n through. I have two daughters, and four granddaughters who all light up my life. My experience of working with poetry, writing, reading and so on is from my childhood. One of my poems was published in a school magazine when I was 12. I am now trying to publish my first grown-up booklet of poems within the next year or so. I trained and studied to become a librarian from 1977. It was the one job I wanted since reading in Hamilton Townhouse Library in the early 1970's!I watched the staff and thought, I'd like to work here... Bibliotherapy came into my life in 2007, at Glasgow Women's Library.


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