Memories by Michelle Foy

MEMORIES

by Michelle Foy

I watch my granny for hours and hours
carving the wid and making the flowers,
dipping in dye then drying them oot,
then going to the doors to make some loot.

My granny, she gave some readings tae,
wae her crystal ball she’d ask for pay.
Some would book for the very next day
as the hidnae the money, they would say.

We emptied baskets around the doors,
if only we’d thought about taking more.
Never mind, I can only say
There always was another day.