Een kaartje in de bus doen is dan nog wel het minste.
Sometimes life is hard. After a the Easter Days we were summond by Lisa's teachter on the hallway. She wanted to tell us something not good. One of Lisa's classmates had suddenly lost his dad during the Easter Days. This is terrible. The man was only 48 years old.
A card is the least you can do at this time.
The poem says: (I will try to translate)
Life is as a Flower
the start is little and small
One blossoms abundunt
the other one smells very nice
Some flowers stay long
others for just one moment
Don't ask to which flower you belong
That's the secret of life



2 opmerkingen:
wat vreselijk Jolanda,het zal je maar gebeuren.
mooi gedichtje heb je gemaakt meis.
dat is zeker het minste wat je kan doen.
liefs Riet.x
hoi Jolanda zo,n kaartje met een veel zeggend gedicht geeft dan altijd steun.gr Tante Marian
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