The children are angels of love, pure innocence and life’s delight.
Children are the sweet feelings, refreshing like morning breeze.
The long waited for the lavish spring after enduring winter’s cold.
They are the waters that through the branches veins flow.
To give a new birth for the leaves and fruits to grow.
Where the birds of the sky build their nests,
And raise the new hatched chicks and soon to fly.
Children are the essence that nurtures the body.
They are flowers aroma which enchants the soul.
Children are the cooling shades where the tired ,
Ones find refuge from the sun and enjoy the rest.
(( Is there something sweeter than a new baby’s smile,or when a mother caresses her child ?)) Wishing you a happy and blessed thanksgiving day—My Gratitude and appreciation to the 2750 followers of my humble Blog.Jalal Michael Sabbagh-http://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wwordpress.com-
Children are angels of innocence and pure delight.
The sweet soft breathes of the mornings at sunrise.
The long awaited spring after a severe winter’s cold.
The waters that flow through the branches veins,
To produce new leaves,buds and lovely blossoms.
Where birds build their nests to raise their chicks.
The fruits that nurture the body ,the aromas for the souls.
The blissful laughs that refresh the hearts and minds.
The shades where the tired once take refuge and find rest.
The future’s light to brighten the lonely night ,
The hopes that gives new meanings to life,
The extension of our existence ,
The dream of every loving husband and wife.
Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://email@example.com
In Memory of a great Composer and singer who dazzled the Arab world for a half century.The late.M Abdel Wahab.
What does he think am l a toy in his hand ?
l am determined not to go back to him.
He returned today as though nothing,
Had happened with child’s innocence face.
His eyes dazzling with admiration and fond.
Now he wants to confess ,l am the only one he loves.
That l am the only one pondering his mind.
He is persistent even showing our wedding band.
He brought me flowers, roses and lilies bouquets .
How can l refuse him, my youth is imprinted all,
Over his face that looked so pale and sad?
How can I reject him when his lips keep,
repeating with tenderness my name ?
Instantly l forgot the P a s t ,
All the rage that was in my heart.
l no longer remembered the fire ,
That was burning my limbs and my pride.
I rushed to his arms he eagerly ,
Embraced me so close and tight.
I even let my head rest on his chest.
I felt like a little girl who was lost,
who was returning to her anxious parent.
I forgave him and forgot the p a s t.
Who said l ever despised him ?
Who said l vowed not to go back to him?
How wonderful its to be in his arms.
How wonderful its, his lips pressing against my lips .
How sweet are his kisses,
How sweet its to be his.
H o w s w e e t its to be his.
(( Life’s most precious moments are when someone takes his chances on a second chances. jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://firstname.lastname@example.org))