~* 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.

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Nothing beats exploring with my wise little man.

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Meat eating plant! Yeahhhhhh!

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

My baby, grown too big too soon.

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