Brainfloat
Tickle, tickle , little brain,
I wonder what you contain:
Pearls of wisdom? Gems of thought?
Strings of ideas, unexplored?
Off you go to left and right,
Seeking new paths of delight,
With tentacles that disperse
All over the universe,
Trying hard to understand
The beginning and the end
Of the unsolved mystery
That makes the world’s history.
Fly, little brain, fly off high,
And check out for yourself why
The stars romance with the moon,
The sun is brighter at noon.
Partake of the sea waves’ mirth;
See the miracles of birth;
Find out why life is a test;
But please come back to your nest.
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Born and brought up in Egypt I learned English in a local high school run by Irish nuns. Along the deep faith they imparted to me one invigorating phrase remained etched in memory for a lifetime "I can and I will." It was my password through personal battles, hair-raising circumstances, or hopeless situations. Occasionally, when the going was rough the quiet pussycat in me flared up to a tigress to defend my stance. I finally realized my lifetime dream to become a full-time writer. Since authoring two books and several articles online I have reverted to my youthful enthusiasm despite advancing age. My advice to youth is borrowed from E. Roosevelt: "The future belongs to those who believe in the power of their dreams."
Wittier Word Weavers 
October 30, 2015 at 2:27 pm
You are a fine author, and now a poet too? Wonderful creativity. Blessings, Kay
October 31, 2015 at 12:33 am
Mary Terzian nayri@aol.com