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Moved by her vulnerability, I was inspired to write a poem for her—a piece that touched her deeply, bringing tears of comfort. As an early Mother’s Day tribute, it celebrates her strength and devotion, weaving in her love for the sky and sea, symbolic of her dreams.

Dear Mariani

Her face reflects the cerulean sky
as she lays on a gentle boat
embraced by golden sunlight;

the guilt weighs this mama down
anchor around her besieged heart
but she refuses to drown.

As the sun sets in the far horizon
she gathers up pearls of courage
to make her story and lessons known;

but most of all, her truest desire
is to reveal how deep, wide and high
her love stretched for her sons and daughter.

Mariani, a bad mother you are not
for you have given the best you’ve got.

Your Heart is Your Lighthouse

You are doing better than you think. Every step you take, move you make, word you write, note you play, line you draw, tart you bake, is rousing yourself out of inertia. Oh yes, sometimes self-doubt and anxiety kick in - but you are courage and perseverance within. The tasks concluded, goals reached, projects completed, are the bricks in creating your dominion of expertise. Let your heart be your lighthouse.

For Sariya

The vehicular snarl, the day-to-day congestion
Making an agony the not-so-long distance
Testing this momma's strength and patience
Becoming the bane of her existence.

After four long years of this minor torture
Sariya has made peace, and found some pleasure
A Bruno Mars fangirl, she sings her heart out
Her teen princesses join in, warbling aloud.

For the love and care of those two progeny
She braves the honks, embraces the journey
Knowing that city life and all its attendants
Are part and parcel of civilisation!

Thank you for spending a bit of time reading my poetry. It means a lot to me. 🩷

Dear Janice

Strolling through La Alhambra at dusk in summer of ‘07
Carousing in Port Vell in Barcelona, getting sunburnt,
Remember how Manuel flirted with us in the restaurant?
Doing these things with you was my idea of heaven.

“Somos flores del mismo jardín”, say the Spanish
We are flowers from the same garden, go the English.
The orchard is where loyalty and love bloom eternal
May the sisterly kinship we share be perennial.

Thank you for spending a bit of time reading my poetry. It means a lot to me. 🩷

Before There is a “We”

Before I can love another person, I must love myself first. Before there is a "we", there is a me - and like a rose plant, faithfully watered by the gardener, the me is to be gently nurtured. Just as the shepherd feeds his flock of sheep, I pour time, kindness, and understanding into the cup of my heart. The bedrock of a healthy partnership is the acceptance of my flowers and my thorns.

Thank you for spending a bit of time reading my poetry. It means a lot to me. 🩷

Afendi & His Cows

Gentle guardians of the pastoral lands,
Given to me to care, feed, and defend;
Heifer, bull, calf in a herd of seven.

Daily I bring them to the blooming pastures
As Merah, Mas, and Bapak lead the others
They graze slowly in the emerald stretches.

While they moo to one another happily,
I lie down on a trunk of a fallen tree
Basking in my solitude contentedly.

As much as I love them, they annoy me too!
Especially the ones who escape from the group;
I threaten those that return by waving my shoe.

This bunch of bovine, I’ll always remember;
In my heart they remain - then, now, forever.

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I see the forlornness naked on your countenance, the grief that you carry in the corners of your eyes. I see the watery smiles that you pour as bravely as you can. Encountering “the one who wanted to get away” time and again, in different places, is like a serpent coiling around your neck. Breathing calmly is nigh impossible. Two divergent feelings dance in unison: the desire to embrace her again, and the urge to beg the earth to swallow you whole.

They say that time is a healer, and as overplayed a melody as it is, truth lies in it. With the methodical ticking of the clock, the undulations of grace, and steadfast patience, your shattered heart will become whole again. Your capacity to love can only grow, because you are the waves of an ocean: you can’t not love, like the waves can’t not crash onto the beach.

~Adelynne Ong, Mar 2025

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For Marina

Embodying the poise of a discerning owl -
She listens with soul, advises with heart.
What's more, she is a bright starling -
Loving and caring in the murmuration.

When winter visits, you draw near to Marina
For her presence is a hearth of dancing embers,
Where solace is found and stories are born.

Her kitchen dishes up bowls of nourishment,
Her library evokes dreams of faraway lands
And joy is discovered on long rambles together.

~Adelynne Ong, Mar 2025

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For Dion and Fion

Imagine a double dose of love and light,  
Reflecting one another in the waltz of life.

Dion dances toward the daisies' embrace,  
Marking new beginnings with gentle grace.  
While Fion sashays among succulents,  
The greens whispering strength and resilience.

Yet even with the divergent favourites,
Both are blossoms from the same root;
Find them reposing in quiet places
Heads bowed deeply in beloved pages.

~Adelynne Ong, Mar 2025

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Dear Sunny

Like the morning star, you are a dazzler,
The rising sun to match your favoured country;
Not even this dark, insidious intruder
Can obscure your joyful luminosity.

This haunting path, you have traversed before,
So you will prevail and overcome once more.

It is a wonder, the way our paths converged,
A divine rendezvous in a laundry room
Where our cherished kinship was uncovered
Where this flower of you and I began to bloom.

In time to come, Poland will greet us with “Cześć!”
With her breathtaking sights and rich heritage;
And on an adventure we shall depart -
Hand in hand, heart to heart.

Through the valleys and the peaks
Through the silence and the roars,
Wherever you go to find what you seek
My feet will stride alongside yours.

~Adelynne Ong, Mar 2025

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Colours

If I could describe colours to a blind person,
What would I say?

Red is the chilli pepper that burns your tongue.
Black is the silence that engulfs the dead of the night.
Yellow is the fragrance of sunflowers, fully bloomed.
Pink is the sweetness of cotton candy.
Brown is the wet earth in your palm.
Blue is the cool breeze that exhales after a rainpour.
Green is the moss that your bare feet step on in a forest.
White is snow flurries, a snowman.
Silver is a promise ring your partner gives you.
Purple is the scent of a bouquet of lavender.
Gold is the thick syrupy honey you pour on your waffles.
Grey is the windy rain that whips during autumn.
And orange is the tangy, sweet, sour fruit of the same name.

~Adelynne Ong, 2022

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Dear Nora

Misfortune has no idea what’s coming for it -
To chase it away, to release its hold;
You stare at it defiantly, even on wobbly knees
For you are courage distilled.

As with every point in the game of tennis
Signifying a fresh start
So it is with every point in the game of life
You play with all your heart.

Dear Nora, you are good enough -
Enough to love, enough to be loved.
The quintessence of modernity
A woman with a fount of worth.

~Adelynne Ong, Mar 2025

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For Wai Bee

From the whispers of a dreaming heart
Blossoms a wildflower so strong and serene;
She stands tall amidst the chaff
Her confidence emerging from within.

She is not alone -
Oh, never!
Her nearest and dearest fight for her
Carry her, and love on her.

Through her quill, her scroll of stories,
Silent struggles become soulful songs;
Faltering voices are heard
Wilted plants begin to bloom again.

Underestimate her at your own peril.

~Adelynne Ong, Mar 2025

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For Prema

The poise of a woodland doe
Brings you front row in my mind
Ever gentle, ever graceful.

With eyes sparkling the wisdom of years
And arms embracing a weary heart
You are an olive tree, a cosy haven.

Blessed is she whom you gaze upon
For you listen to her heartbeat
And your whispers kindle the fire in her soul.

~Adelynne Ong, Mar 2025

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