Sweet Memories. Poem by SY Wong ...

Our first home was there.
Our family home, built from love.
The time of striving green eagles.
The time the air was innocent.
The time catfish wiggle upstream.
The time clear water runs.
The time that big tree stood, draped in pink.
The time we walked happily to school.
The time we ate pure food.
The time we had no dream.
The time we had many friends.
The time we are like spring buds.
The time poverty tastes sweet.
The time mum and dad seldom fight.