This poem by Belgian poet Maurice Carême, [1899-1978] expresses the love and sentiments of gratitude the poet holds for his father. It’s a nostalgic reminiscence of his childhood plays with his dear father. I once had to recite this poem from memory in front of all my classmates when I was 7 in CE-1, but it didn’t go too well, I froze. … (CE1 in the French school system is the equivalent of the 3rd grade), (OH GOODNESS!!! where did the time go?).
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