Traveller's Smells from Singapore. Jasmine Perfume comical, sentimental poem evoking the landscape and aromas of Singapore by Angela Lansbury

 

Jasmine rose from Wikipedia.

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 walked 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, or 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 Madm Li 

But you can call me Mrs Li

Madam means it's my aaiden 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

Mrs Li was kind, half-blind and old 

One day her brother's house was sold

I still dream of that jasmine tree

Sweet smells waft through my memory.

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The Chinese and International Areas

This is a true story evoking the aromas of the flowers on my walk to Cashew MRT (mass rapid transport) railway station. I lived in Cashew Heights, an apartment complex which had cashew trees in the grounds.