Where Old Ways Stay The Same
Where old ways stay the same
There’s usually a good reason
Ways don’t tend to disappear
When shown appreciation
Love, good manners, and kind regard
Tend to wither with neglect
Seasons change and pass with time
Transitioning unchecked
Until no longer remembered
Until unneeded anymore
Until with unfamiliar face
Love slowly closes the door
© 2015 Aisha Abdelhamid
;^)
The Ice Cream Man
Sitting on a shady lane alongside a canal
In a little Egyptian village under eucalyptus trees
With only the rustling leaves stirring in the breeze
I hear the happy music of the ice cream man arriving
The idyllic little moment freezes in a flash
And melts like the memory of a delicious past
Like dripping strawberry ice cream landing on bare feet
Mingling with laughter and dusty childhood dreams
I hear his happy tune from half a world away
Returning like an echo of distant summer days
Sitting on a shady lane alongside a canal
In a little Egyptian village under eucalyptus trees
Sharing strawberry ice cream
With my childhood dreams
© 2014 by Aisha Abdelhamid
;^)
