HOUDA BOUKASSOULA

HOUDA BOUKASSOULA

SONG OF SEASONS

Fall! Fall! Fall

Leaves from trees fall

Hush, hush, hush

Leaves in fall don't crush

Beep, beep, beep,

Please don’t beep

Tortoise and bear are ready

To go in a deep sleep

When winter will creep

And skies start to weep

With snow or rain hails

Flash, flash, flash

Earth will soon flourish

Trees and flowers will wait

Blossoming in spring is a fate

Forests and hills they decorate

Fruits for summer they procreate

Hot, hot, hot!

It’s getting very hot

Splash, splash, splash!

Into the sea let's plunge

Stay up and dance on grunge

Let the hot sun shine

Let exotic fruits ripen

Mountain, oh high mountain

Help air and clouds encounter

And get ready for a new autumn.

Houda Boukassoula (all rights reserved)

I WILL NEVER CRY

If you want to make me cry

I advise you not to try

I’ll be able to hide my fears

As much as you look for my tears

There are things I can’t deny

I need you as the soil needs a cloud

I wait for you like an old tree

Waits eagerly for a sprout

I expect you like a dark sky

Expects monthly a moonlit night

Yet I can say I will never cry

Instead I will firmly try

To subsist to my needs

Like the mountains help develop clouds

Like an old brunch nourishes its sprouts

Like a star burning to help light the sky

I’ll not let you exploit my fears

I’ll never let you see my tears

Yes I will never cry

Instead I will firmly try

To show the best of me

Until you get back to your humanity

Houda Boukassoula (all rights reserved)

MEMORY OF MY FATHER

When our eyes ceased talking

And our hands ceased sensing

Each other's warmth and shivering

When your voice I stopped hearing

Inside my head it started sounding

I realized you were away passing

Lonely in our nook I was weeping

Life outside was not for me waiting

Events around me kept occurring

To reanimate memories and feelings

Making your paternal love everlasting

Faraway your presence was fading

Closer to mind your wisdom sticking

The fewer memories of you are getting

The more precious they are becoming

The most valuable one is your saying:

The older gets the date of parting

The sooner will be the eternal meeting,

HOUDA BOUKASSOULA

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