Last night, beloved Mother, you took a last breath and left us your weary body. On this hospital bed where inhuman suffering had so sadly led you.
No matter the quality of my talent, you passed to the posterity, mother of poet, you henceforth mother word
No need for me to be sad, you are there under my own eyes and those of everyone who will meet your new silhouette. For ever !
The six letters of a magical smiled word:
Mother!
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