Emma Sabessar

Lakeworth, FL, USA

I was born in Albany, Georgia and was partially raised in Florida, also in New York. I am married to a wonderful man. I have seven daughters and one son. My schools were Nassau Community College and Business Technical Institute, in which I've gotten a certificate in Data Entry. I started writing when I was eight years old. I've recited a poem that I've written for a church. I write from experience about things happening around the world today. Writing gives me an outlet and puts me in touch with the issues. I take my writing seriously, I have great capacity for life and I love children. My goal is for all to be at peace and I believe in The Golden Rule that I am my Brother's Keeper.
Philosophy Statement:
One must never give up, keep reaching for the stars, believe in yourself that you can do anything. No matter how high the mountain may seem or low in appearance, with confidence you can get through. You must choose the right decision and learn from your mistakes. Your experience will cause you to gain knowledge, yes there is a valley of mountains, never let it get you down. Pull yourself together and run this race, in doing so you will come out alright, remember life is what you make of it, you are in control so rise up in strength.

Children of War

Play, play for tomorrow is war, laughing, and
crying, another generation arrives on the scene,
Soon there will be war, a generation of babies
are crying in the street. Mothers wished that war
is no more. Fathers rushes of to war realizes
that their children must follow the same path
tomorrow.
Tomorrow is promised as I sit under the sun
considering all these things. there is a time for
all things. Time never stops it keeps right on going
Children, children enjoy and play, run about for
tomorrow will come, time is passing.
This generation will rise, what do one say in times
like this? Play for tomorrow will come.
It was not meant to be this way, unfortunate
situation has taken hold of one's life.
The government with no democracy has push their
own people back up against
into the corner without knowing how to survive.

The Making of the Lord's Bouquet

I planted myself a garden, a garden of all
different kinds of flowers. I decided to make a bouquet
beautifully selected. My black carnation which I will
call Ebony for you are strong, in the image of me, I
created you. Beautiful as you are, your black essence
is like the twilight of the night in Ebony.
My white rose, so fair thou are, how lovely and
wise, your glow is like the day for which I created you.
I call you Ivory and I also adore you.
My next rainbow flower is called yellow orchid
and your knowledge flows like the running waters of
a river, you are so bright mild in the form of
yellow I made thee.
My lovely red rose, you shall be call Scarlet
you are endow with grace, wisdom, and you are so
wonderful in the image I created thee.
My beautiful brown flower, so pretty as you
are so full of understanding and I color you brown
in the morning and the evening. Now my glorious
bouquet are finished and so perfectly arrange in truth,
beauty, and peace in my sight. With everlasting love you
are the apple of my eyes.