Qing Ming (2025) 清明節
I walked the path of memory today,
where time stands still, yet drifts away.
With quiet steps and humbled grace,
I stood before each sacred place.
Coke for Stan, a simple cheer,
something so small, yet held so dear.
A taste of times that came before,
his laughter echoes evermore.
A latte poured, a blueberry cheesecake set down, for Simon,
my limteh kaki around town.
I see him grin, that knowing glance,
"Better not steal a bite — no chance!"
My parents’ love, still warm, still near,
felt in the breeze, so soft, so clear.
They know I come, they see, they smile,
their presence lingers all the while.
Though sorrow hums its quiet song,
in every sip, they live on strong.
Not just in stone, nor in the past,
but in my heart — forever vast.
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