The Teenage Life

I’m so into poetry these days, as I feel the need to express my real emotions through it.

It is my way of dealing with the many changes we are currently experiencing.
Check my poem “The Teen-Age Life” which is dedicated to my eldest who is almost a teenager and to every parent who has one!

He has grown a lot

He is almost a teen!

He sometimes burns hot

And tries to be mean.

But his heart is made of gold

And with a warm hug,

Everything can be solved.

Those years are tough,

Life for him is rough.

He thinks he is now a man

Acting so wise and cool,

But suddenly he is no longer a fan

And he wants to rule!

His hormones vaulting up and down

At one instant making him smile, then frown –

Laugh, cry, shout, or scream

Sometimes I do wish it were a dream!

Shattered orders he gets,

Sometimes a behaviour he regrets.

But his mindset is out of hand

He needs us to understand.

Love, affection to provide

Support, patience and empathy is our guide.

Those years are heavily dense

But it is up to us to make it less tense.

As we dig deep and understand,

Teenagers need a helping hand.

Full of physical, emotional and mental change

Oh my, what a delicate stage!

Wrapped up in a separate world,

Communication seems to be absurd!

What adolescents really need,

Is some freedom to heed.

They’ll eventually learn from every mistake,

And consider what actions to take.

Difficult as it might be,

I have to learn to let go and see.

How that little human of mine,

Will grow and mature and just be fine!

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Fall; the Rejuvenating Season

Whenever October beautifully and slowly folds in, I reminisce over the allure season and its warm colors.

To me, Fall reflects a reality of change and modification. One day, like those Autumn leaves, we will set off and leave to a journey elsewhere. To that, I celebrate this Truth through the poem below;

Brown, orange and red

Each leaf drops down dead.

Yet, there is beauty in that

Highlighting the fact

That at one point any entity comes to an end –

Yes, that is the main message I send!

Dried leaves crush under my feet

Making music down the street.

Mellowed richness gather by the side

Saying good bye to my stride.

They don’t quit, they just leave

To another life, they believe!

Crispy cool air brushes at my cheeks,

Then, from a tree a squirrel peaks,

Longing for this season to arrive

As it hops, looks around, and hive.

The first smells of the fireplace,

In my nostrils, leave wood trace.

The crimson and scarlet colors

Scatter all over like feathers.

Keeping me warm as I walk

Making me unable to talk.

Pumpkins, acorns, berries, and corn

Honeyed meadows are born.

Wearing a burgundy scarf and a golden crown

Nature astounds me with its gypsy gown.

With every leaf fluttering to the ground

My heavy burdens are released and drowned.

It’s at this time of the year

I feel I have nothing to fear.

Like the balanced day and night

The good equals the evil on the inside.

Making me assess my soul,

Asking where I’m heading

And what is my goal?

The impermanence of life can be seen

Felt and absorbed with a mind so keen.

Let the darkness inside settle still

Until it frosts to a complete chill.

Give the Light the time to grow

Work on oneself before you go.

It’s true that every phase will soon be gone,

But a soul is constantly on the run.

Floating and twirling in many a form,

Thirsty for that bright Truth to swarm.

Filled with hope I float along,

In this caramelized paradise where I belong.

Feeling happy and in peace,

All my agony has been released!

Autumn, life with you is just a start

A beginning of a new cycle, there is no doubt!

Because when one existence says adieu

A new one blooms in another milieu.

Rania Hussant

October 1, 2017

P.S.: These pictures were taken twelve years ago when I used to live in France.

My Flower in the Desert

In the desert, when you were born,

You were so tiny,

I couldn’t even hear you moan.

I looked at you,

Not believing my eyes

‘Cause I’ve never held a baby of that size.

A tough preemie you were,

My determined and resilient girl.

A spirit with ultimate power

You bloomed into my Dahlia flower.

A lovely combination you are

Just like that burning star;

Hard and smooth as a golden pearl,

Your character enjoys any dare.

But also soft and filled with love

Your cuteness flutters up above.

I adore watching the sparkle in your eyes

As you ask, inquire, and analyze.

You also have that element of fun.

Sometimes playing a pun,

Other times crying out a giggle

And around you turn in a wiggle.

Books bring you joy,

Filled with stories you enjoy

‘Again’, you ask with delight

Ready to hear more every night.

I love how you care

Asking about your brothers’ welfare.

At the same time you boss them around

Stepping your foot firmly onto the ground.

I adore your determination

And I look at you with admiration.

You dance, laugh, and play

Cry, nag, tease and sway.

You chatter, talk, squeak and sing

And with all this you do bring,

Colorful emotions to my heart.

I so pray we would never part.

Your will to live and thrive,

Like that flower which has strived

Out of the perched dry sand

And blossoming proudly as you stand,

Is what makes me blessed, joyful

And forever and ever grateful!

Rania Hussant – September 2017

Photo credit; rachahallakphotography

On a Bench…

The picture below was taken from my last trip to London at The Rose Garden. I was inspired by the beauty and the mood of the whole setting. Engulfed with these sensations, I wrote the following poem;

On a bench I sat as I shed my tears
Surrounded with sadness and fear.
Unaware of the beauty around me,
With shattered hopes, I couldn’t see!
I was blinded, distracted, and alone
I felt cold to the bone!

By nature, I refuse weakness and defeat
Yet today I broke down at my feet.
I felt tired, drained, and stuck.
I was in a dilemma with no luck…
A soft breeze then brushed my hair and I slowly breathed in the cool air.
A small reminder to what really counts
Life and its difficulties I need to surmount.
In a second, everything could be gone
And the whole world will continue to move on.
Observing the allurement, I turned around
Nature with its beauty and solid ground.
Yellow roses with soft petals hugged me
A comfortable throne they’ve given me.
Bouquets of flowers in full bloom
Perfection of a secret perfume…
My mood suddenly changed
Bringing peace and harmony in exchange.
Mother nature a sanctuary of wisdom
A resort to cheerfulness, to optimism…
So on that bench I sat with a smile on my face
And all that dark sadness I was able to erase!

That’s To You, My Child!

My dear child that’s to you, so you know what life might do!
You might meet those who nag
And others that might carry your bag…
Some are cross and make you dare
Others would simply show that they care.
A group might lie
And could even leave you to die,
While honest ones will still appear
To help make the pain disappear…
Yet true friends are hard to find
So choose well and don’t be blind…
Be aware of pits and walls
Make sure you avoid the falls.
But don’t forget that mistakes are good
If they are well taken and understood.
After all life is a game
As you grow, it won’t be the same…
Play it well, do your part
But reserve your golden heart!
Everyday there is something new
A lesson, a truth, a reality to view
I promise to help you with all my might,
But it is God who will open your inner sight.
Laugh, create, imagine and dream
Play, dance, run and scream
Be polite, help those in need
Seek the truth, learn and read!
I love you, you are my child
And I’ll always be your guide
To help you when in need or in pain
To happily share your triumphs and gain….
I can write a million word
To assure you’ll successfully face that extraordinary world…
Before one day you depart and leave to explore,
Taking my aching heart with you out of the door!
But that is life,
With its beauty and its hardship which cuts like a knife…
These are my words before we part,
But for now I’ll enjoy you with all my heart….
So that’s to her to him and to you
That’s to all the five of you!

Rania HUSSANT