The Pain

Why are you crying Granny are you suffering from a pain?
That question went unanswered as my tears fell down like rain
The child then listened quietly to the story he was told
I voted for your future, for a country you could mould
But my dream was sadly shattered, and yes, I have a pain
Your life would be so different, you had so much to gain

Let me tell you what was lost to you, to what we threw away
For like a fortune teller I could see the price we’d pay
A rage burns in my belly, it’s often hard to cope
Knowing those less able have been robbed of any hope
The sick, the poor, disabled, and folk with no abode
I could see that those with nothing would have to bear the load
They’ve now been left to sink or swim and no one seems to care
I find as each day passes it’s just too much to bear

The chance to have your nation, to stand, so proud and tall
To care and share your riches, to lift up those who fall
I knew the road would twist and turn, we’d sail on stormy seas
For you my child I didn’t care, I’d crawl on hands and knees
No riches do I want nor need, but in my heart I crave
A life for you so different if only we’d been brave
The dream was not for me alone for now I am too old
My independence gift to you was worth much more than gold
So that is why I’m crying but your time will come once more
And when it does you grab it and let your spirit soar

This poem was written by a woman called Margaret and posted on the comments section of the Wee Ginger Dug blog on 24 March 2016, the day on which Scotland would have become an independent nation in the even of a YES vote in the independence referendum held on 18 September 2014.

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