Au Revoir Mes Enfants
- Barbara Shields
- Jul 1
- 1 min read

The flesh has fallen from her face
and you thought--
well, she lost some weight.
Didn’t you notice how she covered
the curls wincing around
her cheeks?
Did they scream
back at you?
Or did you look away
because her eyes
were swooning to
John 11:25-26.
Watermelons.
Ice cream.
Raspberries.
The sun lifting the curtains.
Stirring a puddle with little children.
Oh, you didn’t know?
Couldn’t you see?
C’est dommage.
It was her last summer.
By Barbara Shields
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