Cheng Beng
yesterday was cheng beng
the chinese all souls' day
i was struck by
late grandma's friends
for the first time
they are all so young
at the right
was a cheerful young boy -
the picture was ingratiating
and great
at the left
some young women
churchly type.
well lucky grandma,
has always had
young friends
for companion,
selfishly i told myself.
a brood of us
eleven in all
to call grandchildren
and she was always close to
church - grew up with catholic nuns.
so it should be heavenly
at the cemetery
in the other world
so many young friends
to cheer up day and night.
the woman at
the boy's resting place
coincidentally came
at the same time as us
with weepy eyes
she busied herself
at the bright mosaic;
to and fro, to and fro
wiping out last year's tears
last year's pain and longing
till the little mansion glittered in the sun.
her withheld tears too.
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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