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A rose for my Mother
He had offered her a rose
He gave her his heart…
And she held him tightly to
hers…
It was so good…
Such a wonderful memory to
hold on to…
So precious hidden in one’s
thoughts…
It was so good…
Soft as a song…
Music was playing somewhere,
far away…
So soft a music, rocking their
emotions
And life, for a short moment,
added words to this music…
Those words echoed somewhere
and flew to heavens…
To a place between the clouds
and where angels dwell…
A flower Mother…
A rose that I have picked
To cradle you when you want it
to…
For the gray days in you
life…
When the wheel turns against
your will…
When you are filled with
sorrow…
I offer you a rose Mother
So that you know in your
distress…
Yes Mother so that you know...
That your children will always…
Yes dear Mother, always…
Be with you…
Where you are now…
Safe from hurts and heartaches
XXX
André Julien
Octobre 2001
In remembering my mother
Colette Boivin
You you remember mom Yousouviens you of this love of formerly That of formerly That of this man who destroyed you so many times You you remember dear mother You you remember all the tears Of all those which came to die on us your children Of all those which could not also spout out I remember soft mom I remember of all the time or I was pilot of his blows and of its terrible bruises that it caused you I remember, yes dear mother I remember your love Of all this love... in spite of marital violence Despite everything that mom you loved us You adored us us your children In spite of this insane dog beating you continuously Do not cry soft any more mother Forget, from there of or you are the blows of fists that it gave you Forget the kicks Forget the insults and calumnies Forget mom the times or it raped you Forget any Ca mom Nothing is used for about it to trail Ca with the paradise You will not need any really more and if ever you see this expensive friendly God Ask him, request simply why T it has forgotten this ground. Each one of your tears, each one of your tears, are forever in my memory, in my hearts, and unfortunately, these memories there will never be erased.
Colette Boivin
