without wings.

Today I came across a stack of papers filled with poems I wrote. Most of them were written when I was in Sec 3... That's about three years ago. Nurul also used to love writing poems as much as I do. Maybe even more. Up til today, I will always remember her advice:
Don't let your words control your feelings; let your feelings control your words.

Here's a sweet one she wrote.

Our friends are like angels who brighten our days
In all kinds of wonderful magical ways
Their thoughtfulness comes, as a gift from above
And we feel we're surrounded by warm caring love

Like upside down rainbows, their smiles bring the sun
And they fill happy moments with laughter and fun
Friends are like angels without any wings
Blessing our lives with the most precious things.

Just for the record. This one's mine:

Big hands, small hands, short or long
Young ones, olde ones, weak or strong...
So many things to accomplish and do,
So many tasks with only two..

Writing, drawing, sketching, typing;
painting, colouring, gluing and cutting...
Tying shoelaces, knocking on doors;
mixing batter and much, much more.

The best of job that can be done
is giving a helping hand to anyone.

To dry their eyes when they're in tears
To hold them close when caught in their fear
To help assist between good friends
and shake their hands to make amends.

So here's an ode to our hands
We always owe them one big thanks!:)

Though of course, Iman's are incomparable.