A picture is a poem without words. – Horace
My friend Aziz is an art and French teacher in Sydelle’s school and after school, he’s a Futsal coach. I have been inspired by his dedication, enthusiasm, and passion for teaching. And he’s a teacher with a big heart too. Sydelle once told me that Aziz bought them paint and brushes so they could paint during art lesson instead of using the same old oil pastel. Aziz is also a person with many talents – Artist (Abstract Art), Photographer (BW)/Aikidoka.
Today, Aziz shared with me a short poem and said it’s okay for me to post. I think it’s simple, sweet, but deep.
How much is too much…
Is your love to me …
As the air we breathe…
It’s never free
– Aziz Gattoufi [13.06.18]
Hello Aunt Ying
I can’t believe it’s been a year since you left us.
I thought about you often after your passing.
And you even appear in my dream twice.
I’m glad you’re now free and at peace,
re-united again with grandma, uncle PW, and my dad.
I believe they were there to welcome you with open arms.
Only when I was in my 20s and started working
that I got to know you better.
You seemed stern and strict to us when we were young.
But the truth was you were kind, understanding and witty.
And you were the aunt who would call me occasionally
to see how I was doing and for that I thank you.
Today, I want to remember
… your beautiful smile
… your warm hug
…your caring heart
…your love for gardening,
and your beautiful garden.
Also to let you know that
you’re in our thoughts today and
we believe your spirit still lives among us.
Memories of you will continue
to linger in our hearts and
we will always miss you.
I have always been fascinated
by ponds – big, medium or small.
Some are natural, others may come
with lovely sculptures or refreshing fountains.
But, my favourite is the pond that has healthy
well-fed Koi swimming in it.
I visited a Catholic church recently and
I was delighted to see a beautiful pond
with a statue of Jesus Christ.
And when I took a closer look
I was thrilled to see a group of energetic
Koi swimming in the pond.
Just watching the Koi makes me glad.
I feel peace within and at the same time intrigued
by these amazing Koi, for they embody
a kind of quiet beauty and mystery.
And I can’t help but ponder
on the importance of
love, unity, and friendship.
“Why, Lord?” I cried
when I heard about the massacre
in Las Vegas that night.
I recall the last such incident
that I prayed and wished
it would be the last.
Why did this lone gunman kill
all those innocent people?
Was it because of too much hatred
and lack of love?
Was he distraught, brainwashed
or think he can play God?
But who am I to question you, Lord.
For your thoughts are not my thoughts.
I pray that you’ll comfort
the families that are grieving,
those who got hurt and need speedy healing.
I plead for you to stir and awaken
the hearts of those in power
to make it a little harder for
a reckless man like him
to gun down people.
May we who feel so powerless
continue to stand strong in unity
and do our small part
to make this world a safer
and better place to live.
A special dog like you would only
come along once in our lifetime.
And the name Monster suited well
for you were born a mischief-maker.
Remember all the furniture you destroyed and
dad’s new Ericsson phone you nibbled.
Did you try to call your girlfriend
and got upset with the not so
paw-friendly phone buttons?
Also the curtains you pulled down
together with the rod
the two bags of soil you ripped
and painted the front porch mud brown
and did not miss a spot.
You chewed every pair of
high-heel shoes that I bought.
Were you confused and thought
you must try to heel your sole
for all the trouble you caused?
But we could never really be angry with you
after all you were just
a monster with a gentle soul.
You adored and babysat
Sydelle and Shaye when they were younger
you were so smart you even
played hide and seek together
and your love for soccer was like no other.
You guarded the oven patiently and
waited for the roast lamb to be cooked.
You enjoyed your weekly spa moment
when dad gave you a shower.
Sadly though, three years ago today
you knew your end was near and
so very hard for us to let you go.
When I was out with the girls that evening
dad fed you your favourite meal
you spent some private moment
as he held you gently in his arms until
you were ready to say your final goodbye.
Three years on and
we love and miss you still, Monster.
Sometimes life’s tribulations seem like
the series of a raging tempest
and we begin to see life in black and white.
At such moments,
let us ponder upon the beautiful rainbow.
The mystical circular splendour
that appears in the sky after a raging storm.
This magical rainbow is a sign from above
that these trying times would soon be gone.
The colourful energy of positivity and joy
shall then be refreshed in our lives.
And may we in return radiate
the amazing arch of hope
in someone else’s life.
I will take a walk into the rainforest
to forget about myself.
I will feel and inhale the wild fresh wind.
I will listen to the tropical birds sing.
I will embrace the beauty of the waterfall
where the crystal pure water
would cleanse away all pain.
For there is no better shrink
who could soothe
and bring healing to my soul and being.