Sitting at the supper table with my brother
Laughing ’til we can’t breathe
Thirty years
Thousands of miles
Some things never change
Sitting at the supper table with my brother
Laughing ’til we can’t breathe
Thirty years
Thousands of miles
Some things never change
Breakfast table one morning in Eastern France
Enjoying Cafe au Lait and croissants au chocolat
All of us happy to be reunited at last
I love the sound of family bruhaha
Memories rushing through my mind of a not so distant past
When all of a sudden all bodies present enter a trance
rushing all at once to the closest window
What can possibly create such havoc in my family peace
Is it the sight of a giant sparrow
or was I followed by a Canadian geese
Would be funny if one happened to be flying by
But no only the sound of a moped noisily passing by
because you never know when your house is being spied on
And one by one they all return to their seat
sipping on cafe au lait with a slight feeling of deceat
washing it down with a bite of a croissant au chocolat
I just miss the sound of my family bruhaha….
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Snack at play group
toddlers and moms
sitting on a tablecloth
draped on the floor
picnic time!
One mom takes out
fruit leather and juice
another unpacks
oaties and raisins
mom # 3 spreads
cheese on crackers
but child number one
thinks snack number three
looks yummier and
scoots over with wide eyes
and open hands
child number two
stares at snack number one
smacking lips
child number three craves
snack number 2
with open lips
It’s the grass is greener…
in action
spontaneous sharing
quiet smiling faces
munching mouths
resigned sighs from moms
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