Poems

Spring


Distress since December; the long

freezing cold days of winter

continuing into March

causing diverse hazards.


The coldest sun, appears for few hours

& retreats soon after, giving way to rain,

frost & murky clouds, gloom that sway

moods, influencing desires.


Dear Spring, I pray you blossom soon

as you do in Lebanon. Bring warmth,

the light force that I miss, radiance to

shape the day, love to thrive with trust,


flowers of multi colours to bloom, the

Lebanese way, in the real sun-shine.



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Spiritual Connection


Hopes, fears, expectations, hidden

feelings merge, far from Lebanon

soil, away from its warmth & passion.

Brave is the challenge, a force

segregating whims, cheering

ambitions, & fields of aspirations.

Voicing of sentiments is not difficult

to articulate, but not without years

of concern, trials & rehearsals.


Pursued by the sun, daylight, and

shadows, breath-taking sparks

capture the spirit in wonderment.


Refined is the bond linking Lebanese

hearts, bearing trust, faith, love &

affection; a spiritual connection.



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Father's Image


Approaching his photo sitting in peace, he greats

Me with smiley eyes. I mutter. In a flash his spirit

Brightens mine each time I pass him by. To outline

His charisma, presence, his great soul will never die.


A mental picture resonates of the genuine face, my

Considerate Father, relating to the house, he proudly

Built from the heart, for warmth, empathy to spread,

Concept of caring to highlight the unique icon he was.


We sadly lost him years ago without enough time for

Goodbye. Though living in his shadow, he'd always be

Missed. With heart and mind amicably embrace the

Great preson I loved.


Trails from the past I remember, within conversations

He stated, validating his scope of dedication & insights,

Dignified status honoured with his un-conditional love,

A blessing to blossom within hearts.


From the past I have treasures each painted different

Colour, relating to the sun-shining hour of the day

For the present and

The future to behold


Youthful looks recognised as reflections of his

Free spirit, young children wearing smiled

And ageing with time, but with wisdom,

With the glory of his name.


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Mother's Journey


Amazing how I cry now, when Mother comes to mind

she's been living across the ocean, far away from kin,

& me - her eldest - where here in London I reside.


I remember Mother always as a leader, five of us

children had a fine but strict upbringing; no one dared

to say a word back, it was then considered very bad!


With the civil-war looming, tension hostility battled,

Liberty curbed, offence, fear & panic reached a peak.

Of my family I left last, driven out by a war-shell blast.


But Mother and Father stayed put, sharing all tasks of

The household.  Until sadly, Father had passed on.

Since Mother's journey changed path.


It was not possible to leave Mother at the house alone,

She moved across the ocean with sisters, brother and

Families. But, ill at ease in un-familiar background.


Lately she worsened and was moved to a home.


Mother become the happy, well-behaved child

Does as told, as she believed children should.

Her prompted laugh, a contribution when someone chats.


At peace she is, not anxious anymore, but not retaining

any memory, due to damage from drugs prescribed

for sleep at night, back home under relentless bombs.


God is merciful.



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Family House