—“Speak Breton to my babies?
Well yes, probably! Shoot! I’m not crazy!”
—“Fiddle! … So speak to them in pidgin French.
To me it doesn”t matter. It’s for you to judge.
Let’s wait…”

The wait has not been long.
The children quickly tired
Of the taunts from peers
About their boorish French,
Now they reproach Angrily their mothers
For having been denied
The Language of their Country.

June 1970

Translated by Lenora Timm
This poem in breton

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