We said goodbye to Madge yesterday.
Madge was one of those women who everyone seemed to know; a popular and weel-kent face around Royston and Crewe and the funeral service was packed.
I have known Madge and her family socially for more than forty years, but there are still some things you find out that come as a surprise. And at Warriston I learned that Madge had written a poem:
TWENTY FIVE PAST TWO
AH’M WALKING DOON THE ROAD
CAUSE IT’S TWENTY-FIVE PAST TWO
GAUN TAE GET THE BAIRN …
PAST MOHAMMED’S FIR SOME CHEWS
WHEN AH GET HIM
‘THERE’S YER CHEWS
TIME FIR HAME
CHANGE YER SHOES’
DUMPS HIS SCHOOL BAG …
HE’S OOT THE DOOR
IN THE GAIRDEN
WIE HIS DINOSAURS
A WORLD O’ HIS AIN TAKES O’ER
UNTIL … RAP THE WINDAE: ‘TEA’
“AH DINNAE LIKE THAT”
PICKS HIS GRUB
‘EAT IT OR YE’R IN THE TUB’
IN THE TUB, LOADS O’ TOYS
WHAT A MESS … MIND, BOYS WILL BE BOYS
UNTIL … AH TUCK HIM UP IN BED
TEDDY CUDDLED ROOND HIS HEAD.
A poem by MADGE VENTERS