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الثلاثاء 7 اكتوبر 2008

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What’s Her Name…

Alone, by the sea… on a cool misty day.
I saw a glowing face…a beaming smile.
She walked beside me… a soft embrace…
Not knowing what to do, or what to say.
It’s me… she said… it’s a glorious day.

*****

I discovered, everyone knows, her name, everywhere she goes.
She loves men, who always rebound from hard work.
She loves the smell of sweat, on there faces, drenched with dirt.
She loves working people, in high up places.
She loves the fragrance of jasmine, the taste of the nectar.
She loves the farmers in the fields, with bountiful yields.

*****

She loves a rising sun, and its golden ray.
Falling snow… moon lit nights…children play.
Man, and a Woman, in a pleasurable embrace,
In a rose garden…or a hiding place.
Flocks of sheep, rolling meadows, and fields of hay.

*****

How beautiful you are, I said.
Who are you… and what’s your name.
Never mind the introduction; she said…
I have no claim to glory, or fame.
You can have me any moment, night or day…
I can wash away your sorrow, kiss your sadness away.
No gifts to give me… and no price to pay.

*****

How can you be in love with me…yet, you belong to so many.
I am timeless, ageless…and I love you just as well.
Can’t you tell…
I am yours, your commands, I will obey …

*****

I love to see the fruit of labor, and the harvest, of an honest day.
The joy of good work,… when a student gets an “A.”
I love children play in the rain, no sickness, no tears, no pain.
I love women, who care for the home, and their young.
A time to rest, quiet moments, for thanks and pray.

*****

Lift your head; you will see me, on many faces.
The beaming smiles, kinder words, tender embraces.
I am in conflict with every tyrant and warlord.
The sadness they bring, the wealth they horde.
I am in a house of worship, and many other places.

*****

My value is priceless, but my cost, is very little.
You will find me, when you smell a rose, or touch a petal.
I am there for those who lend a hand, bring a smile
On the faces of the abused, and the neglected.
I ask for no rewards or golden medal.

*****

I bring youth to the aged, and make sadness fade away.
If you need me… I will stay.
I will always be in the company of love.
I am the property of no one.
I am by your side, but never in your way.

*****

Willingly, I shall submit to those who claim me.
I am the creation of love.
Love is my only sustenance.
I know who you are… I said…
She smiled at me… softly held my hand, and said…
Hello my friend… Happiness… is my name…

Abdulhamid
Monrovia July 1971
Hameda@comcast.net


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