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@cora-2 - Chignon tout Blanc / Mother's Day

Reposez-vous maman

au coin de la cuisine

votre petit menton descendu vers le

coeur chaud

qui nous aurait longtemps gardé.

Petite arrière-grande-mère,

vous veillez sur la poêle

entourée d'odeurs de légumes

saine et sauve

comme il le faut

tout en dormant.

Voila la chatte,

Eric,

nommée trop tôt,

bien consciente

de la poule

et de moi.

Eric

ronde comme un gâteau

votre couverture

qui reigne sur tout,

de vous et de moi

et de notre repos.

J'avance

d'un cheveux

passant a ça de venir

pour mieux vous voir

et recevoir

votre bénédiction.

Sans courage

je sors

sans me sauver

souris que je suis

qui vous adorais.

Plus grand un jour

je me dis

je vous le dirai

petite maman

chignon tout blanc

au coin de la cuisine.

Que je vous aimais.

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Mothers' Day/Little White Chignon

Rest cosily maman

in the corner of the kitchen

your little chin reclining near

the warm heart

you guard us with.

Little great grandmother

You watch the pan

safe and sound in the

wholesome smell of vegetables simmering

just as it should be

all the while sleeping.

There is the cat

Eric

well-aware of the chicken

and of me.

Eric

round and rumbling like a cake

your coverlet

king of all

of you and me

and our rest.

I advance

by a whisker

so close to coming to you

to be near you

for your loving blessing.

Too scared,

I leave

mouse that I am

who adores you.

When I am bigger

I tell myself

I will tell you

little maman

hair in a white bun

in the corner of the kitchen.

How much I loved you.

About Cora

I was born in the last century by the contaminated seas of the first massive nuclear accident in history. It is possible to ignore it and get on with your life, but that would be strange, because it is your life. It defines not only you, but your generation, your culture, and the evolution of the species.My outer landscape is the theme in Songs for my Land, written across the Scottish referendum for Independence. It could have signalled the break up of Britain, leading to a no longer United Kingdom, and a country with no name.Buzzard is simply bird learning. In addition to bird, I also speak Dutch and French. I travelled.'Re Ply' is memories. My family was talkative, and I was born to listen. We gathered like geese in the meadows in the evenings, munching and honking news and connectedness. It does not mean life was happy or easy, but that there was a calling, which the soul hears long after the voices are gone. From poetry to spiritual short and romance haiku I've made my way suddenly to the love of my life and the striving to reach him through many lifetimes in the scifi novel just begun, Find Him.I only joined wattpad to see what my daughter was doing. By the time I learned my password and the meaning of URL, she'd gone!So here I am, a very private person, writing a bio!My name is Mum, and I am a writer.250 words

About DUO

*The poem above was taken from Cora's book called, Duo. *

My love affair with the French language began before I was born, though I didn't begin to speak it until around four or five.  I am not bilingual, but there are some things that I can really only say in French, which is odd for someone who once worked as a translator.

DUO has poems in French with English translations and French music.  Weaving themes and sounds has been hard to carry through into English but I hope it works.

The poems speak of love, and the search for balance, which I think belongs in the reciprocity of affection and understanding between people, not just lovers but between the generations, and across cultures.

'Mothers' Day' is very special to me. It describes a moment, just a tiny moment in time. This lady was as a grandmother to me, when my own was far away. I felt she was sent as an angel.

She was dainty with the loveliest air of simplicity. Deep gentleness was around her. She could no longer sit with such a straight back but she rested every day in the wicker chair by the window in the kitchen, with the cat on her knee, and watched over the pans that someone had set simmering.

There are some very special people in the world who love. That is all. You can trust a child to know.

She was mother to many more than just her own. There will always be tears in my eyes when I remember her.

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