I don’t have any memory of colouring the little flowers, outlining the heart shape in red crayon, or gluing the heart-shaped red paper doily. I don’t even remember writing, in what looks like my best cursive penmanship, the little poem. My teacher, Mademoiselle Blanche Desjardins, must have had a copy of the poem on the blackboard for us students to copy.
|Valentine made at school, 1967|
Here’s my translation of the French text:
Go along this good morning,
To loved parents.
One, to my mother,
Because I love her so.
The other, to my father
Who I do not forget.
Soon on their way
They travel briskly
To those who are loved.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!
Copyright © 2013, Yvonne Demoskoff.