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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. Promoting Liberian Literature, Arts and Culture 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. Copyright© May 2009, Hebert 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, 52