Al Byt - Al Kabeer
High above the steepest hill
stands this house of love,
a faded splendid home is here,
It's name 'Al Byt - Al Kabeer',
such pretty ornate railings as
you climb the steps inside,
start to show the love within
that definitely resides.
The grand 'high ceiling' entrance hall
with precious chandeliers above
and Mama'let waiting there
her sparkling eyes of love.
Her beautiful arms would take you
and hold you to her heart,
with jet black hair luxurious,
her face a smiling part.
She took us to the 'Summer Room'
as she called the girls for tea,
"bring the porcelain and glasses
my son is home to me"
the long eau de nil shutters
I remember in every room
protected turquoise silks and gold
ornate ceilings, in partial gloom,
and as I glanced around the 'salon'
at the beauty of this place,
I saw the sweetest look of love
upon his Mother's face.
Gilt carvings on the pretty chairs
the heavy 'Adam's' fireplace
the ticking of the many clocks
yes, twas another place.
So many rooms before us
all tall and elegant in their way,
he, brought me to this fine home
to spend our summer days,
And as we greeted one another
I looked from balcony views,
my husband tightly held one hand
his mother did so too.
I loved the fine Aubosson rugs
on each and every floor,
I loved the smell of cedar mixed
with mint, and life before,
and how I loved this golden life
the slowness of the days
this gentle kind enduring Mother
who showed another way.
The calmness of her movements
the joy at everyday,
would take me on a journey
to discover peaceful ways.
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