Years and years ago, sometime back in the early 90s, I came across a poem in an article in the New Straits Times. There was however no title nor name of the poet that had written it. Drawn by its simplicity and clever use of metaphor, I immediately cut out the poem and have kept it for the past 16 odd years.
I took it out today and like any newspaper clipping kept over a long period of time, mine has now turned yellow, almost brown in fact.... but still intact.
"If there be a garden with blooms aplenty
But not the buzz of a single bee
Be it fresh and bright from morn ' to morn
Yet is it not lifeless without some sound?
For it is the way with Mother Nature
The humming bee completes the overture
So tell me not, dear ladies and friends
That we can live without our men
A day, a week... perhaps we can
But come a month, that is the end
We yearn and long for his caress
With him, we enjoy the comfort of our nest
Without him, ecstasy is never at its best."
To F my best bud... partner in crime... "along"...mr fixit...gadget-man...driver...court jester... DVD provider etc etc...
"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!"
Father's Day dinner at Sunway Pyramid