seriously remembered,
with nostalgia I must tell you
despite small naughty thing,
you just fit on that spot,
as background broken white
lovely soft colour,
all those years, you have served me faithfully,
again and ever again,
each time in new appearance,
actually you deserve undisturbed rest moments,
but I cannot miss you yet,
not yet,
I love your red beauty,
my most favourite,
your delicious taste,
never one moment of waste,
about all things ’bout you I’ve said,
from my side never one regret,
loveliest red, most delicious dutch,
my tasteful beautiful red fruit as such,
the finest of the Delicious kind….
©Sylvia Frances Chan – All Rights Reserved
Friday 21 Feb.2020
at 12.30 hrs. P.M. Dutch Noon,
Lunch hour
The Dutch Red Delicious, A Dutch Apple.
This is a translation of the poem
Gezond….
by
Sylvia Frances Chan