{"id":639,"date":"2020-06-08T11:40:45","date_gmt":"2020-06-08T10:40:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/?p=639"},"modified":"2020-06-08T11:40:45","modified_gmt":"2020-06-08T10:40:45","slug":"poesie-a-ma-mere-adrine-pour-la-fete-des-meres","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/2020\/06\/08\/poesie-a-ma-mere-adrine-pour-la-fete-des-meres\/","title":{"rendered":"Po\u00e9sie \u00e0 ma m\u00e8re Adrin\u00e9 pour la f\u00eate des m\u00e8res"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong>Maman\nAdrin\u00e9<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Enfant, tu chantais<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>avec ta s\u0153ur Y\u00e9ghsapet<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>sur le sable blanc<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;des plages de\nBeyrouth&nbsp;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Adolescente , Tu aurais voulu faire des \u00e9tudes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>universitaires mais tes parents t\u2019ont choisi <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>le m\u00e9tier de couturi\u00e8re&nbsp;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Adulte, tu n\u2019as pas pu \u00e9pouser<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>L\u2019homme que tu aimais.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>C\u2019est ainsi que tu t\u2019es laiss\u00e9 mari\u00e9<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>sans broncher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Toi, la &nbsp;secr\u00e8te et\nla discr\u00e8te <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tu n\u2019as jamais cess\u00e9 de sourire<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Malgr\u00e9 les ouragans de la vie&nbsp;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tu as tout donn\u00e9 \u00e0 ta famille et amis!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tes enfants et petits enfants<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>C\u2019\u00e9tait ta force et ta loi&nbsp;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Toi la douce <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>La vaillante,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Jamais tu ne te plaignais&nbsp;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tu n\u2019as jamais cess\u00e9 de coudre <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Et &nbsp;de cr\u00e9er des\nrobes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>en France, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>au Liban et en Syrie. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tu \u00e9tais la meilleure couturi\u00e8re, cuisini\u00e8re et\np\u00e2tissi\u00e8re<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Arm\u00e9nienne de Vienne&nbsp;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tu \u00e9tais aussi une tr\u00e8s bonne conteuse<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Quand tu nous contais des histoires<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>dr\u00f4les pour nous divertir&nbsp;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>C\u2019est toi maman qui m\u2019a donn\u00e9 <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ce virus, cette passion de conter<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u00a0 de chanter, de danser et de cuisiner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Derri\u00e8re ton sourire, il y avait ton chagrin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Au cours des ann\u00e9es le chagrin a grandi<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>et s\u2019est transform\u00e9 <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>en maladie \u2026.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A 59 ans, tu as ferm\u00e9 les rideaux de la sc\u00e8ne de la vie<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pour aller retrouver toute ta famille ch\u00e9rie&nbsp;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Oh &nbsp;ch\u00e8re maman<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Je garde en souvenir <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>ton dernier Sourire<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pleins de tendresses <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;sur ton lit\nd\u2019h\u00f4pital&nbsp;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Repose en Paix<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>maintenant<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maman<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dans la lumi\u00e8re<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Avec toute ta famille&nbsp;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Chorig Y\u00e9r\u00e9mian, \u0547\u0578\u0572\u056b\u056f&nbsp; \u0535\u0580\u0565\u0574\u0565\u0561\u0576<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;vendredi 5 Juin\n2020<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Maman Adrin\u00e9 Enfant, tu chantais avec ta s\u0153ur Y\u00e9ghsapet sur le sable blanc &nbsp;des plages de Beyrouth&nbsp;! Adolescente , Tu aurais voulu faire des \u00e9tudes universitaires mais tes parents t\u2019ont choisi le m\u00e9tier de couturi\u00e8re&nbsp;! Adulte, tu n\u2019as pas pu \u00e9pouser L\u2019homme que tu aimais. C\u2019est ainsi que tu t\u2019es laiss\u00e9 mari\u00e9 sans broncher. Toi, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/639"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=639"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/639\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":640,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/639\/revisions\/640"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=639"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=639"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=639"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}