Around The Table Poem by Benjamin Chew

Instant noodles in a blue bowl,
gentle whiff of tangy spice,

flavours that only mama can make,
conjure and satiate. Coupled

with tender greens and minced meat,
oh my God, it is time to

eat. With loved ones around and friends
sit tight, such a time is a moment

to cling to – unless or until
the years of longing divide us

once more. Once more with instant noodles
in a blue bowl. It is time

to eat.