Midder
Midder - Stella Sutherland. Portrait of a mother-and-child relationship.
Read By Stella Sutherland
Shö drew me fae da dark, da strood
Midder
my mortal years wid wear, her blöd
shaped, an boady shewed.
Her oonregairded calvary
trow narrow grinnd o bane set free
da world o sense ta me:
traesir! – touch, taste, scent, hearin, sight,
silver an gold o shade an light,
sapphire o day an night.
Dearer as edder o wis ken,
nearer as braeth, or blöd, or bane,
ane, an da only ane.
Whin dark again faalds ower da hill
an oonkent daal whaar mony will,
shö’s hame, A'll draa me till.