This sonnet-like poem is dedicated to my daughter, with whom I went to Paris in spring 2009. My first trip to Paris was on honeymoon; my second trip was with my MFA program.
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That first time in Paris, I was deep in love
with my new husband. On a second stay, I adored
the poets who taught me Beaudelaire.
Now here for another visit, one spring week,
I come to arrange some daily trysts
between this dashing city and ma fille jolie
charming and clever, not quite seventeen.
Walking beside her along the courtyards
of the Louvre, on bridges across the Seine,
around the Rodin busts within the d’Orsay,
or standing on the Eiffel Tower with a birds
eye view of all her prospects, I feel elated.
May she be lifted by Romance, Myth, & Destiny
into that daring woman she yearns to be.
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by Therese L. Broderick
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