Third Angel

 

I thank my father.
He was a hard worker
and a Man of his word.

I thank my mother.
She had a cancer.
Now she is a Dancer.

They live beyond the Sea.
How young,
how beautiful they are!

Last Night
I don’t know why,
I heard them singing,

and their song was for you,
third Angel
in my life.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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His Friend Pierrot (Son ami Pierrot)

 

The Night before we left
I had such a beautiful dream.
I dreamt I flew in the moonlight
and played among the stars.

I also met my father.
He said I was his Friend Pierrot
and hugged me.
I still remember how deeply I felt

his Heart beating against mine,
and even the way I rose up in the sky.
But last Night I didn’t go so far.
Please, see the light of stars in you

and believe my father’s friend.
Some Dreams are truer than Life
and some Words,
stronger than Death.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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La nuit avant notre départ,
j’ai fait un si beau rêve. Je volais
au clair de lune. Je jouais parmi les étoiles.
Et puis j’ai rencontré mon père.

Il m’a dit que j’étais son ami Pierrot.
Il m’a serré contre lui, si fort
que je pouvais entendre
battre son Cœur contre le mien.

Et je me souviens même comment
vers le ciel j’ai pris mon élan.
Mais je ne suis pas allé si loin.
Voyez en vous la lumière des étoiles

et croyez l’ami de mon père :
certains rêves sont plus vrais que la vie,
et certains mots,
plus forts que la mort.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Not Too Late

Instead of watching tv
I could have gone to your garden.
There you had grown sunflowers
and planted a walnut tree.

But I did not care at all
and didn’t try to cross the wall.
The walnut tree was cut down,
sunflowers turned all to dust,

and now, you’re so far away.
Unsaid words weighs heavy
on my heart. Yet I still dare
to hope it’s not too late.

Daddy! What a wonderful garden!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: the Gardener
Georges Seurat (1884-83)

Fathers always know

Time is a passer-by
as cruel as a spoiled boy,
but fathers never die,
and fathers always know.

He will never teach you
how to ride a bike
and will never say
you can choose whatever you like.

How long is an hour in Heaven?
Are you back in the world?
Prodigal sons can always ask the sky,
then try to hide their tears.

Is it really never too late?
What is stronger than fate?
Fathers never die,
fathers only know!

© Frédéric Georges Martin