Living With The French ~ A Novelette ~ Chapter Six

VI

Tears

Friday 9th April 1993

Today would be a sad day. It was my last day at a French school. All the friends I had made would become but a memory to me and unlikely to meet again.

I woke up at 7am this morning, but stayed in bed until 8am. Luckily school started later today. As I dozed I remembered all the good times I had had with my French school friends, like chatting in the school recreation grounds, the magnificent Handball match and oh, of course, those rare moments I got to be near Blondine and exchange smiles.

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Through The Looking Glass

I saw you today through the looking glass,
Your world seemed more beautiful than mine.
The flowers behind me were made of brass,
But the tulips you scented were divine.

I know I’m stupid but that’s because I’m sad,
And the world doesn’t listen to my screams.
I get frustrated because others are more glad,
In this disputed world of broken dreams.

My soul has been poisoned and played on by fools,
I don’t like this trauma, this insanity of mine;
A broken equilibrium because I want to break the rules,
And show the world it’s possible
To command the sands of time.

I saw you today through the looking glass,
Your beauty, God’s reflection in my eyes;
And how quietly a memory returned from the past,
Of the time we saw God make the skies.

~ Simon Jepps, 2002