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!



On Mother’s Day

In the Middle East, the month of March is special as on the 21st, people in this part of the world celebrate Mother’s Day. The nice thing about it is that this day also marks the beginning of Spring. I love the simile drawn between mothers and spring time as her spirit is always blooming and promising of new beginnings.  She is fresh at heart and filled with fruitful potentials. As a genuine person who knows how to enjoy reality and try my best to make good advantage of the present moment, I never wait for special occasions to tell my beloved ones how much I love them. Ironically though, every year on that same day I send my mom a card, or a particular note, or a bouquet of flowers and wish her a healthy life. I also text my friends wishing them blessed days with their families. Funny enough, in May, when France celebrates Mother’s Day, I also send messages to relatives and friends.

However, this year I woke up one night having words jumbling at me, forcing me to jot them down. In fact, these words once combined turned out into a poem for my special mom. So I take the advantage and wish you all mothers, those who are celebrating and those who are not, a healthy and prosperous life.

Being a mother is a glorious mystery, a ride on a roller coaster, a smashing love that has its sweetness and bitterness. In short, it is an awesome job that keeps you at guard and always watchful, but hopefully it will be rewarding at the end. 

flower bouquet 

 Here is the poem which I wrote for my mom, and I simply want to say thank you mommy for being you.

I woke up in the middle of the night

Having your angelic face right in front of my sight

I stretched my arms to hold you to my chest

To give you warmth, cuddle you, and rest

The way you used to hold me, and still do

When I was young – and now a mommy like you.

When I look back in time,

I perceive you as my music, my melody, my rhyme.

You enlightened me with faith and wisdom

Gave me the strongest weapons to enjoy life’s Freedom,

You taught me about inner peace

And helped me attain it with ease.

A mom like you is the divine bliss

And this very moment it’s your presence that I miss.

I thank the Lord for granting me such a unique chance

To follow your steps in our irreplaceable dance

As you showered me with a mother’s love, patience, and affection…

How can I express my admiration?

Words would never reflect my endless gratitude

As many as the infinite lines of longitude and latitude.

Your trust and confidence in me

Bloomed magically into me

As I elaborated on my own character

Who is always working on becoming sounder and better.

And all of this is due to your boundless care and everlasting presence…

Now I understand a mom’s endurance

With all its soring pain, loving laughter, agonising concerns, ardent joy

And all that you have went through…

How can I ever thank you

For all that you have done?

You are my splendour, my power, my mommy – my one.  

 R. Hussant