When I was ages three or four
I remember clearly, the man next door
Mister Osborne from Leven town
Lived next door to my Granny Brown
Leaning on his garden gate
Mindful of his wifely mate
Always with a friendly smile
He'd laugh and chat with me a while
But I was just a bairn you see
Scarcely off my granny's knee
Sent outside the door to play
'here comes Girlie' I'd hear him say
He'd swing me high up in the air
And place me down with tender care
He called me 'Girlie', though not my name
I answered to it all the same
I still remember to this day
The night he died and went away
Cobwebs from a childhood page
Of a kindly man from a bygone age
Somewhere in the great unknown
He's proud to see this 'girlie' grown
Meaningless prose to all but me
Expressions of an early memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful memory, Evelyn xx