The sun of my life
Father!
I picked this flower for you.
It was growing gently in the heart of a rock.
Father, I don’t know how the sun patted it with her golden hair,
Did she pat it, in the way you pat me with your hands?
My father!
I picked this flower from the foothills for you.
It’s not red, it isn’t fragrant too,
Because its root got no portion from the hard rock except bitterness.
Father! When I was picking it, I told her:
“ You beautiful flower! Perhaps your destiny was to be picked by me,
And be offered to the sun of my life,
So that he can put you on his heart that is deeper than a valley.
I presented you to him, to be faded on his kind chest.
Perhaps you wished, to be faded by the breeze,
Or to join the ocean by the river waves”
But……..but instead of the sea, I gave you to the hands of the best and most tired father.
Comments
Hi dear Vania,
Thanks so much for your nice comment, May God bless you and your father.
This is You (the flower) and your father ( the sun )
excellent dear Saba
i affected by ur nice poem i really like it and motivated my feeling towards my father
tnx alot
Hi dear Venus,
Your comment shows that you love your father soooooooooooooo much,
Thanks for your nice comment.
Thanks dear Jasmine,
A beautiful and happy father and daughter :) , Is it your art?
Anyway, I like the drawing very much.
Hi Sono,
I'm very glad my blog gave you a good feeling, thanks for your nice comment.
Pleasing poetry you presented for father. Feelings good to read . Nice choice!
Thanks to Salma Ibrahim, Smile, Areality, mitran, Iranic and Angle
for likng my blog.
Thanks dear Estanis,
Your father is so lucky to have a nice son like you..... I know you are very busy, otherwise you'll surely write a blog praising your father.
Thanks dear Angel,
Your comment is very valuable to me.......
You like the last sentence more, this shows that you have the same feeling towards your father.
Thanks dear Coral,
I'm glad you think so.