A house, a garden, memories
My grandparents
The memories childhood are moments of love and emotion that remain etched in memory
Childhood is a heritage that our parents and grandparents we make available.
Today I wanted to thank them for giving me their love without counting, and taught true values. In my lap I would tell them how much I love them.
Childhood is a heritage that our parents and grandparents we make available.
Today I wanted to thank them for giving me their love without counting, and taught true values. In my lap I would tell them how much I love them.
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Gardens Children's Fund (sonnet)
Childhood, at least call, opens my gardens;
On each of my meaning is everything caress
Wedding echoes of the psalms of high mass
Witnesses a happy age on Sunday mornings.
Happiness reflects the anodyne
Whose ethics taught the fragile nobility
Inheritance of faith that one day the soul transgresses
Conquered by Love to the lure illegal.
My Heart weakened, tonight still flies
Towards this, revolution, led the dance
Faces unvarnished my young spring.
In new life in this brief hug,
Banal or heady perfumes of all times
I remember you like a nice dream!
Maryse Abran-Pengrech
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