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.
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