“A Lilt for My Mum” - Scottish Funeral Poem for Your Mum

This poem is written for a mother laid to rest in Scotland’s arms — a woman of warmth, strength, and quiet grace. It’s a farewell, but also a tribute to the way she lives on in the land and in us.

A Lilt for My Mum

O lass o’ grace, wi’ hands sae kind,
Ye’ve wandered past the heather line,
Where lochs lie still an’ skies stretch wide,
An’ angels wait by Scotland’s tide.

Yer voice, it lingered like the breeze
That sings through glens an’ ancient trees.
Ye soothed my storm, ye held my fears,
Wi’ whispered love across the years.

Ye baked the bread, ye mended bone,
Ye turned a house to hame, to home.
Wi’ every fold and stitch ye laid,
Ye wove the heart I carry made.

Now still ye lie, but dinna fear,
Yer spirit walks, it’s ever near.
In curling mist and morning dew,
I’ll ken the world still carries you.

An’ when I climb yon hill sae steep,
Where thistles bloom an’ mountains weep,
I’ll speak yer name into the sky—
My mum, my star, that willna die.

-Corey

Though she’s gone from sight, her voice, her care, her love — they echo still in every step we take. May this lilt carry her memory, soft as the Highlands wind, into the days ahead.