Manal Poem by Kassem Oude

A daughter heart's fellow
As soon as she comes in
Bliss does fill all hollow
Home becomes angels' inn

If you fell in sorrow
Word of her tiny mouth
Move you far to wide flow
Nice dreams won't you rouse

Softer than tender light
When she speaks her tune
She donates of heart white
To the snow and the noon

She's made of sheer brain
Rules and deeds logical
Math brain youth prof she trains
She's my darling Manal.

12/24/2008