Notre belle Dorcas est partie! Elle nous a quittés le 11 avril 2024.
La belle petite minoune a terminé son voyage avec nous et je suis infiniment triste de ne plus la voir.
Ne plus sentir sa petite patte sur mon bras quand elle voulait se faire prendre.
Une maison sur une haute colline et face à la mer
Un paysage où perce un soleil voilé
Le calme devant les vagues
Une bibliothèque remplie
C'est bizarre mais je me sens déçue ce matin juste après Noël.
C'est peut être la différence avec le temps où j'étais plus jeune.
Je ne sais pas
by Alice E. Chase
My hands were busy through the day,
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to,
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes; I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me, please, to share your fun,
I'd say, "A little later, son."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night,
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door,
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
For life is short, and years rush past,
A little boy grows up so fast,
No longer is he at your side,
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away,
There are no children's games to play,
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear,
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands once busy, now lie still,
The days are long and hard to fill,
I wish I might go back and do,
The little things you asked me to.
