Count the wise cracks you churned, my memory smile lasts a bloody week!
Exaggerated stories I recall, steps turned into miles, the original Trump with a chinese beak!
Sunday Chinatown visits, 3 boxes of cakes, a minimum speak.
You gave me more cakes than I could ever eat.
My uncle with a heart of gold, I could no longer remeet!
Cash and carry days filled with sweets galore, a glorious day out for when we were poor.
Food made extra large and you still ask “do you want more?”.
A rookie class father and mother, my brothers will always adore.
Your humour, grit, honesty, the best inheritance core.
Dim sum at drunken inn, a ritual with my cousins kin.
Cruising in your Volvo was abit of a fashion sin.
You didn’t study much, values was your tools to win.
Work and provide for the kids, that was you life’s struggle spin.
Pang’s takeaway, a Tulse hill icon of the past, my childhood summer get away was always a blast! Reminisce set adrift, please forever last! My brothers will see you off well as their final task!
– by Pang Wei Len