I am in Rennes at my Belle-Mère's home.
We have grown accustomed to one another,
The frost we use to feed each other has melted.
No longer does she find my ways bizarre, no longer do I find her insulting...
We serve generous helpings of forgiveness without uttering a word.
The table is prepared with care and ease,
my place is set and gladly I sit next to her.
Photo: A glass of wine, crusty French bread, Provencal tomato with walnut vinaigrette, a touch of parsley and "CB" the initials of my Belle-Famille.