A Scottish Poem about Mince and Tatties

Here's a short poem in Scottish dialect, about enjoying mince and tatties:

Mince an' tatties, mince an' tatties,
Haudin' us warm on a cauld winter's nicht.
A dish sae humble, yet sae richt,
Fillin' oor bellies, makin' us bricht.

Mince an' tatties, mince an' tatties,
Nae need for fancy, jist pure delight.
A comfortin' meal, aye juist right,
Tae end a lang day, an' mak it a' richt.

Mince an' tatties, mince an' tatties,
A simple pleasure, aye sae grand.
A taste o' hame, aye in demand,
A traditional treat, aye in oor land.

Mince an' tatties, mince an' tatties,
A dish sae Scottish, aye sae true.
Nae matter the weather, aye aye, it'll do,
Aye tae warm oor hearts, an' see us through.

Please note that this is a simple poem and it is not a perfect representation of Scottish dialect, and the usage may vary depending on the region

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Here's a translation of the Scottish words used in the poem:

• "Tatties" - Potatoes

• "Mince" - Minced meat (ground meat)

• "Cauld" - Cold

• "Nicht" - Night

• "Sae" - So

• "Richt" - Right

• "Fancy" - Elaborate

• "Comfortin'" - Comforting

• "Lang" - Long

• "Hame" - Home

• "Aye" - Yes

• "Grand" - Great

• "Scottish" - From Scotland

• "True" - Authentic

• "Weather" - Climate

• "Oor" - Our

• "Hearts" - Hearts

The poem is talking about how comforting and satisfying a meal of mince and potatoes can be, especially on a cold winter night. It also emphasizes on how this dish is simple, traditional and true to Scotland.

Some Things You'll Never See

Alas my darling little bump,
Some things you’ll never see;
Despite your newly-opened eyes,
Such things weren't meant to be.

Your perfect face on sonic scans, 
Your outstretched feet and curled-up hands
That tell me that you’re there.
Ideas I have for favourite toys,
The lists of names for girls and boys,
Are things I can’t yet share.

Some things you’ll never see my babe,
Locked within your mama's womb.
While I'm out here and you’re inside
Your incubation room.

Each time I play a Scottish tune,
The fiddle jigs throughout the air;
And there inside your dark cocoon,
You kick your little dance.

I'd hold you tight,
Angelic delight,
Just given half a chance.

But you’ll never see my stricken face
The day we thought you’d gone.
A terror tore my heart in two;
Thank God, you just held on.

And you’ll never see the tears that flow,
Each time your fragile heartbeat slows 
To listen to the lullaby
I make and sing for you.

You twist and clout,
And squirm about,
As if you're breaking through.

The kicks I've felt,
Just make me melt, 
With rampant joy inside.
The plans I've made,
The prayers I've prayed,
With overwhelming pride. 

But time will come - 
And not too long - 
When all  these things you’ll feel,
The depths of love 
Your father holds, 
Unfathomed and so real; 

An inch away, yet worlds apart,
Our bond is growing strong.
And through the rocky road of life,
I’ll harmonise your song.  

The day I clasp you to my chest,
That ache inside at last will rest,
Our hearts will chime in tune,
And beat a perfect melody;
That day can't come too soon.

The world is here, your life awaits,
But haste not, little one!
These moments do not want to wait,
A blink and they are gone.  

I press my lips unto the flesh
That keeps your world from mine.
And whisper now in softest breath,
"I love you for all time".

Bump's first poem

This is a wee poem written on behalf of bump to his Grandma & Granddad when we announced the news of his pending arrival.

Dear Grandma & Grandad 

I started life 4 months ago,
My tiny egg began to grow.

I held on tight right from the start
and soon I had a beating heart

So now I turn and kick and wriggle
and just can't wait to laugh and giggle

But just for now I'll keep on going,
every day, a little growing

Slightly bigger, slightly longer,
every week a little stronger

Loved by Mum and Dad so much
longing for my fragile touch

So when you're done with Christmas cheer,
Can't wait to meet you both next year!