Les Etoiles

by Adrienne Borbi (my beloved daughter)

He rises to see her every day.

He waits even though she never arrives.

She waits for him always at night.

She hopes to see him, but she never does.

He shines only for her to see.

She glistens and welcomes his light.

They meet sometimes, but when they do, they dance.

He says, "farwell, my moon".

She says, "farwell, my sun".

This was written in French. Grade was 10/10! As a 16-year-old, junior in high school, this beauty has her head in the game, both oars in the water and a heart of gold! May God bless her on her journey and may her path be bright.

Posted by a proud, sappy mom and her #1 admirer!