I was 13 when I wrote this text

I was 13 when I wrote

A mother's heart

It was Madame FLOC'H our mother with a heart of gold

With infinite patience

With a look and smile so tender

All she did was defend us

Her kindness and advice filled us with joy and love

erased our fears of life

She gave us courage to face

All fears of rejection, she was present

And soothed us

Her gentle, wise voice allowed us to reflect on our mistakes and grow

Without fear

All our victories were celebrated

All our failures were forgotten

In his arms, we were always victorious

His love spoke loudly in our hearts

Her freedom of spirit and her faith made us understand that love for our fellow man was more important than any wealth.

A great lady who allowed us to imagine, to dream, to discover more. To understand that life was worth a great deal if we lived it with honor, respect and class.

Madame FLOC'H, our Jeanne-Thé, enabled us to wallow in our childhood and adolescence with valour, laughter, love, hope, courage, confidence, imagination... The trepidations of our journey to adulthood are her signature, and her dedication to seeing us all become those big girls towards a life perpetuates it,

We are the daughters of the Moulin, We are the daughters of JeanneThé

You live in all our hearts and children.