I couldn't sleep

[rhialto]

I couldn't sleep and I was thinking about a poem that Isabelle wrote for me. It was when she was having chemo around christmas time, she was in a hotel and I could not be with her. She wrote a poem for me, and she read it to my answering machine. When I visited her soon after, she could not find the paper she had written it on, but later she did and emailed it to me. I want to reproduce it here. We had little names for each other. She liked to be little, so she was my sweetie pea, mon petit pois doux. I am her Minou, or Minet, or some variation.  For some reason, I didn't want to be little, so we teased each other with that, she using little words as much as possible, and me looking around, astonished, to see who she was talking to.

Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2009 14:25:01 +0000 (GMT)                                     
From: isabelle micholet                          
Subject: Hoe gaat het met jou?                                                 
To: Rhialto                                                   
                                                                               
How are you my little darling?                                                 
Good to hear the whole plane ticket thing is sorted.                           
I found the little poem I wrote you from the hotel:                            
Le voila:                                                                      
                                                                               
Mon minou                                                                      
                                                                               
J'adore mon minou                                                              
Il est gentil et il est doux                                                   
Mon minou est vraiment le plus mignon des minous.                              
Mon minou n'a rien d'un poux                                                   
Il est un tres joli minou                                                     
Et puis mon minou sait beaucoup                                                
Il est malin comme un loup                                                     
Parfois mon minou                                                              
fait le fou                                                                   
et moi je ris hou, hou, hou                                                    
Et puis avec minou                                                             
on se fait beaucoup de bisous-bisous                                           
Minou est vraiment mon chou-chou                                               
J'aime tellement mon minou.                                                    
                                                                               
Bisous                                                                         
Isabelle                                                                       
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When I received it, I printed it nicely and I hung it on the door of my clothes cupboard, where I see it every time I pass. It was already very special to me, now it will be even more.

Comments

[afrika3.livejournal.com]

lovely poem, Olaf! I hope it gives you comfort!
love, adri