I know it's been long, too long since my last post. I have no apologies, I've been busy, really busy. I've been creating a life, good job, family, home, you know the 'ideal' one we dream about. Thought to be honest the perfect life is what we make it.
I have a lot of pictures to share with you, and drawings and hopes. I will have even more after (hopefully) my end of year trip to 'la belle france'!
But, today mon petit is not a day for pictures, it's much to early in spring, and not early enough, it's still chilly and the cold wind mingles with the rays of sun. Today is a day for hot tea, and pretending to read as you dream of better days.
So today I have words, that will hopefully make up for all the days and weeks that pictures made an absence fonder.
I wrote this poem the day I left Paris, the city of lights ...
"I wanted to bring Paris in a handbag
But someone, somewhere told me that it could not be done
So, I settled for a few souvenirs and a promise
Made on the airport gate
To come back soon
Childhood fascination perhaps
Adult obsession could be
But when I sat on that little café
A bottle of wine and a head full of dreams
This is where I belong
I wanted to bring Paris in a handbag
Fold it like pocket map
And take it out as soon as I arrived
But, I was just a dreamer
It could not be
So, I brought home a picture
And a broken heart as the plane took of
“Paris I promise to be back” I said
Crossing my heart and wiping a tear."