I used your shampoo today
the one you left here
when you last visited.
With every movement
of my head now
your fresh fragrance
dances in my mind.
And in the dimly lit corridor
your sweet voice resounds
and sunshine suddenly
floods this place.
I hear your laughter
filling the empty space
and I remember with a smile
the fun we had here
when we played football,
frightening cat Zelda
out of our area,
as we got excited
and maman said
we were too wild.
My heart leaps in joy
when I perceive the echo
of your happy proclamation
“goal, nonna, goal!”,
(of course you always won).
Can’t wait to play again,
my sweet little Prince,
see you in December!
For now let me kiss
your golden curls
across the distance.
Simon, mon amour,
Amorottolo di nonna …
mein Schätzchen
mein Sonnenschein!
You hear different idioms
in this family
but the one you already
know to perfection
is the language of the heart.
I love you, Simon.
Je t’aime de tout mon coeur.
God bless you.
Love,
Margherita
