Jasmine Flowers
The bright colours of the flowers
Evoke sweet smells of Singapore
I could dream of them for hours,
Deeply inhale them all once more
Jasmine Path
Each day I alked down the hill
Crushed perfumed flowers beneath my feet
One day a lady's cutting them
The owner I wanted to meet
I said,' I see you're busy, a big job
I don't want to delay you, but in
But since you've cut some pieces off
Could I, please, take a small cutting?'
The Jasmine Family
She said, 'My name is Madam Li
But you can call me Mrs Li
In Singapore there's quite a few
You must have heard of Lee Kwan Yew
More in China, and Hong Kong, too
You can spell it Li or Lee
Madam means it's my maiden name
My father's extended family
'A Li is a plum tree, or white jasmine tree
My late brother planted all these flowers
I've a cutting for you, come inside
He was single, gardened for hours'
Jasmine Memories
'Li, like me, was kind, half-blind, old.'
One day, her brother's house was 'sold'.
I still dream of that jasmine tree
The sweet smell, my sweet memory.
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'Sweet smells waft through my memory'?
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