~* My child of divorce *~

In Everyday Poesie, Uncategorized by LadyBohemia

I just called my youngest son in France.

Me: “How are you my sweetie?”

Him: “But what’s going on with you Maman???”

Me: “I’m fine of course, just wanted to hear how you’re feeling…”

Him: “If everything’s okay with you Maman, then everything is okay with me.”

(Jos sulla on kaikki hyvin äiti niin sitten mullakin on.)

He is nine years old.

Every parent – well, every sensible human being – knows what’s so deeply wrong about this conversation.


Nothing beats exploring with my wise little man.



Meat eating plant! Yeahhhhhh!



“Come this way Maman, I’ll show you where to step…”

My baby, grown too big too soon.


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