HOUDA BOUKASSOULA

HOUDA BOUKASSOULA

1

There comes a time

When your eyesight is alright

Yet your eyes cease seeing

You exist but you cease living

Everything in you refuses living

When you cease hoping

When you cease feeling

Only your spirit keeps the door ajar

Waiting in faith for nature character

For a fresh sprout to split the ground

Wave softly in a dance with the breeze

Slit the darkness and establish dawn

Among falling dry autumn leaves

To bloom them into colourful flowers

Spreading life refreshing fragrances

Teaching your eyes to see anew.

Houda Boukassoula

2

Oh Daddy

How can I forget

The day You left

I was only eight

Yes I still remember

Never able to forget

Seeking refuge in your arm

After every nightmare or harm

With that strong belief

To find there my relief

Still unable to forget

How firm you were

When you meant to correct

Yes I’m fifty, yet I remember

How you taught me romance

Talking that eye language with mum

How you taught me affection

With your parental devotion

How I acquired self reliance

When you left without reference

Houda Boukassoula

3

Every wrinkle on my face you see

Recalls a time you shared with me

Getting rid of them is a nightmare

Part of our love is wrinkles and grey hair

We looked like blossoming sprouts

Nourished by the same water and ground

Heated between sun and cloud

Cuddled by a gentle breeze

Together we used to grow

Joy and sufferings we learned to undergo

A deep sigh might release our sorrow

As time marks we try not to show

If only we choose to stay together

Hand in hand we will across the river

Houda Boukassoula

HOUDA BOUKASSOULA

HOUDA BOUKASSOULA was born in Tunisia in 1969.Graduated from Tunis University of Arts and Human Sciences. Worked as an English teacher in Tunisian high schools. Has written articles as a Basic Plus Author in EzineArticles.com. Writes English poems on spirituality, humanity, peace, love and nature.