“Oui, elle sourit tout le temps!”
She is purity born in gold-red of the flame,
A smile dew-fresh in the garden of childhood;
Radiating innocence of opening time,
La petite fille in her skating wonder and joy;
Oh a little poem of sweetness and delight,
Subject and object joined with the surer verb;
Rhythm sways in spontaneity of happiness,
And peacock dances in the proud purple of her name.
25 January 2025
The featured image is of little Marlène, granddaughter of my friend in Canada. I am thankful to her mother for permitting the publication of the little one’s photo on this webpage.

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