Simple But True Change

I hear the sound
of voices far away
but always here to stay
the gentle hands that held me
taught me how to pray
to clap and sing for change and chance
to laugh and enjoy
how to eat with fingers and chopsticks
like in the East, 
fork, spoon and knife like the West.
To spell and read, to count and add.
School was just super
for tutor was mum when I came home.
The shooting star - oh your dad
from heaven has sent another angel
to care and be here and guide all on,
Sunny holidays flying kites
on dry padi fields with my brother
then playing marbles
skipping and winning with my sisters
and friends.- many rainbow colours.
School is over then higher studies
work a pleasure and meeting friends
slowly golden lights fade as
we part and memories stay.
There comes my soul mate
to share my blues and greys.
Harmony and style in golden fields.
Happy days to have and hold
constant process forever changing
look at us with a sense of wonder
the face and hands and voice
for the signs of change.