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Hi dad I’m now near the age went you
went away,
one more year for me to that hurtful
day.
Hurtful only that we no longer could talk,
about things we talked on your last
eventful walk.
I’ m now seventy five years old Dad,
and for your seventy six years I’m so
very glad.
I remember whin ah wis a wee three
year auld boy,
an’ you made that wee aeroplane toy.
Out of a few scraps of wood,
you could do almost anything, you
could.
Remember Dad that galleon you made?
two foot high it was but sailing it
never made the grade.
Remember dad near the end of the last
world war?
you did things that Dad’s are made
for.
That American, in 1945 visiting your
employ,
gave you a lolly you saved for your wee
boys.
An’ ah gave the lolly to ma big brother
Jack,
for I really wanted the colourful
wrap.
An’ that furst Malteser you brought
back,
hof fur me an’ hof fur Jack :)
You were a genius Dad we ah kent
that,
an’ a ken Dad yea can niver come
back.
Nae matter Dad ‘cos yea a’ways in ma
hert,
oh! An’ remember yea made that wee
hond cart?
Nuthin’ Dad wis impossible fur you,
aw’ yer memories have jist accrued
an’ accrued.
Like the sideboard yea made oot auld
tea chests,
an’ the handles ? Oot o’ bungs fur
barrels were the best.
Ivery night Dad up went oor livin’
room window,
at 7’o’clock you shouted ‘Alec’. Aye,
that wis so.
Yea wir niver happy until we were
safe in bed,
but niver Dad til’ we were washed an’
fed.
You worked Dad, six til’ six, aw’
days o’ the week,
aw’ dad, yea niver missed a day, even in winters bleak.
Aye an’ oan Friday nights yea had yer
‘doings’, (Reward)
That wan screw tap boatel o’ beer
named McEwens.
Aye fur McEwens is the best buy, the
best buy in beer.
so the advert said Dad, nae blidy
fear.
Sma’ things Dad in ma Memory stick,
like sometimes yea luved tae tak the
mick.
It’s Christmas time now Dad here in
OZ.
why do I think of you Dad? It’s just
because!!
Now that I’m 75 I can see your inner
mind,
ah’ ah kin see that Dad, yea were
a’ways kind.
Wan day Dad we’ll meet again an’
talk,
aye Dad an’ go on anither memory
walk.
Til’ then Dad be patient an’ niver
fear,
we’ll meet afresh an’ start in blidy
furst gear :)
The Auld Yin. | 
