Eponymous Brouillet – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the heart of the city, where the shadows roam,

Stands a woman with a pen in hand, far from home.

Her name is Chrystine Brouillet, a writer of tales,

Whose words have graced the page, like a soft breeze in sails.

With a keen eye for detail, and a heart full of passion,

Chrystine spins stories that leave us in rapt fascination.

Her characters are alive, with flaws and imperfections,

But they journey on, with hope and determination.

Through the streets of Montreal, she takes us on a ride,

From the cobblestoned alleys, to the neon-lit skies.

We feel the pulse of the city, its heartbeat in her prose,

And in each page we turn, a new adventure unfolds.

But Chrystine’s not just a writer, she’s a woman of grace,

Whose kindness and generosity shine on every face.

She’s a friend to all, with a spirit that soars,

And her love of life and art, is something to adore.

So here’s to Chrystine Brouillet, a true master of her craft,

Whose stories and soul, have left an indelible path.

May her pen never falter, and her heart never tire,

For she’s a gift to us all, a shining star in the writer’s choir.