back then I didn’t
dare wish openly for a girl,
another boy would be a fine
addition to the family, it brings
bad luck to have a preference.
but
I secretly hoped, keeping
my wish close to my chest
as I waited every day for
the new arrival, everyday
an effort in the unrelenting
heat, to wait, to wait
until I held my newborn
baby girl in my arms
and cried with
dare wish openly for a girl,
another boy would be a fine
addition to the family, it brings
bad luck to have a preference.
but
I secretly hoped, keeping
my wish close to my chest
as I waited every day for
the new arrival, everyday
an effort in the unrelenting
heat, to wait, to wait
until I held my newborn
baby girl in my arms
and cried with
happiness.
Great poeme !
ReplyDeleteMais, mais, mais ... ce n'est pas l'histoire du camembert ?
;)
Oui,je sais, mais je t'assure qu'un poeme sur le camembert vient!
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