Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Monday, 7 October 2013

Autumn Appraisal

Time to start afresh... time to renew, 
I'm looking forward to autumn... hope so are you? 

Out with the coat, scarves and boots. Colds, coughs and sneezes.
Crisp air, falling leaves and steady cool breezes.

Sounds of crunchy leaves beneath your feet.
No more of that bothersome heat. 

A mild breeze passes you by, 
makes you ponder for a while. 

Porridge in the morning... cocoa at night, 
warm desserts....what a delight. 

Frosty evenings... paired with twilight, 
darker sky... yet shining moonlight. 

After autumn follows winter so cherish this lovely season,
... savour the beauty and its glory because everything happens for a reason. 


(Poem by Asma Begum).

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

My MICROWAVE has gone kaput after 7 years!!!

My microwave has gone kaput after 7 years!  So I would like to take this moment to think a while, pay my respects and appreciation of an amazing invention of mankind!

Dear Microwave,

We go back a long time.  You were gleaming and shiny when I first brought you home and against the other kitchen appliances you had the pride of place on the counter top.

You have been with me through thick and thin.  There’s been difficult times like that stubborn jacket potato which had you working overtime and there’s been easier times like the croissant that just took a couple of seconds of your tender time to warm.

You have performed against the odds; you coped through birthdays, anniversaries, family gatherings, dinner parties and more. You never wanted anything in return apart from a gentle lemon-wash cleaning now and then.

You have given food a temporary home, consoled them and warmed them up before they were devoured.

You never wasted any time in making popcorn and always ‘dinged’ on time before the movie started.

You were there for the late night hot chocolate which eased me and the kids to bed and you never failed to step up to warm the wheat bag when I was ill or had a tummy ache.

Now…… you have done your fair share of hard work and everything has taken a toll on you…but one thing I must say..... WHAT A WAY TO GO!!!! With a display of ***FIREWORKS AND SPARKS!***

You will never be forgotten! :)

Poem by Asma Begum