Saturday, April 16, 2011


May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred tearful things
Within the measure of the day.
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside a shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that can and hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember till the day I die
May be the reason I survive
The why and where for I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I got to be
The meaning of my life is
She, she, she
~Charles Aznavour~

dedicated to my Mother


  1. Beautiful post for your MOM.

  2. beautiful Gemma.. as always xoxo

  3. What a powerful poem. My mother is still alive and is 87. She is going through those years when she is more and more dependent upon her daughters. Our conversations are more "real." These days allow me to reflect on years past and open my heart for forgiveness and understanding; to see why I am who I am today, and know the strength I will have tomorrow. Thank you for this post and thank you for yor vist to my blog. Have a beautiful weekend. Peace.

  4. A beautiful tribute to your Mum, Gemma.

    Love, light and peace,
    Serena xo

  5. Beautiful- such a wonderful tribute and I LOVE that poem!

  6. The perfect homage Gemma.
    Love you :)

  7. beautiful..........a wonderful tribute to your MOM....i love the poem, and the drawing too.

  8. Gorgeous drawing and a beautiful poem, Gemma.