KWEE Liberian Literary Magazine Jan. Iss. Vol. 0115 May Issue Vol. 0515 | Page 52
Liberian Literary Magazine
Herbert Logerie
Happy Mother’s Day to
Mom and to All Women –
Mother, your were the first
lady,
Who painted my cheeks
with angelic kisses at
birth,
And the first one who
adorned my soul with
wealth,
Tenderness, charity and
sincerity.
Today is the day that we
celebrate all mothers,
All women - young, old
and deceased, and all
future mothers.
Spring, the season of
flowers and lovers,
Continues to enchant the
hearts of the blue baby
quakers.
Virgin Mary, I think of you
all the time; welcome me
In your heart. Mona Lisa,
imaginary lady,
I love your smile and your
gaze. Mom, Mom,
Let me dream for the last
time on your bosom.
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who showed me the
difference
Between night and day.
You fed me during the
day,
And at nighttime, you put
me to sleep like a prince,
Amidst the air filled-up
with a soft jasmine scent
of May.
The sweet souvenirs of
your unconditional care
Caution me to love all
mild-mannered women;
I can feel flowing in my
veins, in my organs,
All day long a succulent
taste of a ripe pear.
You know very well my
faults and my qualities,
Please ask God at
vespers, before I fall
asleep with the Muses,
To bring back in my ears
the humming memories,
So I can dream
peacefully under the
spells of your melodies.
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Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Bonne Fête à Maman et à
Toutes les Femmes
Maman, tu étais la
première femme
A me combler de baisers
le jour de mon enfance.
La première amoureuse
qui a décoré mon âme
De tendresse, de sincérité
et de bienfaisance.
Aujourd'hui est le jour
qu'on fête toutes les
mamans,
Toutes les femmes et
toutes les futures mères.
Le printemps, la saison
des fleurs et des amants,
Continue à charmer les
cœurs imprégnés de
chimères.
Maman, la femme qui
m'a fait connaître la
différence
Entre le jour et la nuit. Le
jour, tu me nourrissais,
Et la nuit tu me faisais
dormir dans une paix,
Où l'air fut embaumé de
jasmin et d'essence.
Les souvenirs de ces
soigneux traitements
M'exigent à aimer toutes
les femmes de notre
monde.
Je peux sentir dans mes
veines à chaque
seconde
De la journée ces
sentiments succulents.
Henceforth, I would like to
entertain you daily,
And when the bell rings
your anniversary,
I'll surely rush to dive
deeper in your lovely
pool,
Under the sparkling of the
stars, under the clear
moon.
Mother, you were the one
Vierge Marie, je pense à
toi aussi, accueille-moi
Dans ton cœur. Mona
Lisa, femme imaginaire,
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