Hi, Usha. Thanks for reading it, and I would love to help you; but part of the plot for this story is to use your computer or phone to search the web for a French to English translator and use it to tell you the words in English. The translator aps are free to use, mostly. Or you could go back to school and study the French language like I did, and now I know enough French to write a French poem, and this is the only time and place in my life that my education has paid off. Huzzah! Well, now you’ve got the tool to get the words — but that won’t tell you the meaning. That’s for you to figure out. Not even a fancy education like mine will give you that. You will need to think hard about what the words mean. They say different things to different people, Usha. Perhaps the original meaning is known only by the author.

I know those words! Only French I actually know. And I’ve used that phrase myself a time or two

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Loss is tough my friend, a very heartfelt write. Grief is sometimes like pacing in circles wondering if one did enough, and praying that our beloved know how much they were loved. Prayers and positive energy sent your way, thanks for sharing something so private. Appreciate you.

Damian

Brenda this piece was just lovely.
Your sadness is palpable in the words and the spaces between them.
Sometimes I wonder what the point of life is…..I haven’t come up with an answer yet.
🙏🙏🙏🙏💋

This is incredibly sad! Your honest, very well expressed self-reflections strike right at the heart of your readers. I can feel the ink bleeding from your heart! A big heart felt hug of love and positives energy! 🫂🙏

Thank You for being his Mom🤍 He chose You to be His Mom🤍. I can’t imagine the pain of losing a child… it’s for sure unbearable, it is, the only comfort is to remember that his soul is near, He is near, if You can’t see him it doesn’t mean that it is not true. You are strong to express your pain sincerely like this, but please please please… Don’t dwell in gulit, it’s not your fault or his, as I’ve said in my first sentences. HE chose You to be his Mom and Thank You for being his 🤍 always remember this, always and ever!

Sending You warm hugs strong beautiful Mother💓

I can’t add to that which has already been written. Death is just borrowing him for a moment. Your heart will probably never mend, but will pulse strong in your memories.

Wow, this is someone you met, or were you inspired by someone to write this? She seemed so heart broken

Utterly disgusting, this government and its hatred…

Absolutely, and it’s getting so much worse now. I suppose Hegseth will see my Lady swimming back to France and have her bombed, too. I suppose we should erect a big hand where she once stood, with the finger directed right toward DC. Now, THAT would be appropriately Liberating!

Wow, it posted twice! Not meant to, but acceptable.

Powerful work.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. A very heartfelt write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
Yes, heartfelt (says Damian), and I won’t disagree.
I sincerely hope that you’ll encounter things that makes your heart stay.
You deserve it!
Love your writes.
Warm regards, Gus