A poem written especially for Uncle Osman, Aunty Yaman and Sister Arwa from Khartoum, Sudan…
What should I make?
Should I draw or paint?
Make a glittering card?
Oh, but that’s hard.
A watercolour painting!
Of the seaside in the evening!
It would remind Sister Arwa
Of her visit to Malaysia.
But I don’t paint that well,
Oh, the flowers from the hotel!
For Aunty Yaman!
Yes, that would be fun.
No, flowers I cannot draw,
Especially those that we saw,
The ideas came and away they leave,
I still can’t think of what to give.
After an hour of nothing but waiting,
I finally have thought of something
I guess it’s the best I could come out with,
This piece of poem shall be my gift.