Kat Poem by George Howard

I know a lassie a troubled one; she is a beautiful Scottish Rose,
Of tangled mind, and cause to be, mostly on the jux-ta-pose.
Her life so fraught and torn apart, from earliest of her tender years.
The cries throughout, ignored at best, fell upon those deafened ears.
She steeled herself gathering strength, trying to find that inner light.
Even though she’d searched and found, it never seemed to burn that bright.
The men were fools, but not sadly of the ancient Jestering kind.
But of fragile words and more fragile deeds, men of very evil mind.
Many more times the hurt rained down, by mouth and muscle.
Her screams not heard, forever stuck in an eternal struggle,
Of woman against a dark spectre, she was bedevilled.
Often lying on the ground, beaten to a pulp, dishevelled.
Kat would rise against all odds once more,
Finding immortal strength to pick herself up from the floor.
And with defiance shout! In the face of life’s cruel injustice to her soul.
Then when demon drink adds swiftly to her toll.
Juhan Viiding shows her the deepest, darkest path to take.
Thankfully pulling back from the brink, she realises her mistake.
A soul so strong deserves the love it’s due.
And this surely is left up to me and you.
For Kat needs peace on this earth not the next place.
Of this I am sure, when you take time to look at her face.
The windows of her soul tell many things that have past.
But you can see a twinkling Scottish Rose, at last.
With love of friends, not any false speaking Judas.
And to be there for her, when she wants and needs us.
Rise once more she will, shining from head to toes.
A lassie called Kat, a beautiful Scottish Rose.


To Kat whom I love X