Bitter Cup

2017.11.13 Bitter Cup

Four years have passed. If I had not looked up my logbook, I would not have remembered what this bitter cup was.

Super Typhoon Haiyan had attacked the Philippines. PFTC, Our fair trade raw sugar producer in Ililo was hard hit but they were still distributing relief and shared aids received with the people affected in the area.

Kablon Farms, our cacao producer in south Mindanao, was not affected but they generously decided to spend their Christmas party money for the year on relief in the northern part of the island.

Our fair trade producers, loving and caring people to salute to.

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FM:)
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His Cup _ to Kailin

His cup

You fill and fill and fill.
‘Not full, not full, not full,
Far from full, not even half!’

You fill and fill and fill.
You keep on filling and filling,
Until you suddenly find out why.

His cup is a sieve in disguise.
‘This has always been my cup.
Now don’t tell me you’re that blind!’

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FM:)
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The Fall (vi) Cups

2017.10.10 Big Cup_Small Cup


Cups

Graduated from small cup to big.
Purple rice congee no longer too chewy.
Getting hard to imagine
How heavy a light switch can be.

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拿得起大杯子了
也吃到兩口飯了
誰會想到
電燈開關也非易事

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FM:)
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The Fall (iii) Not Alone

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Not alone

No, I have not managed to do it alone.
Apart from God who is always keeping watch,
There is, for example Jack, my brother-in-law.

He let us use his micro-current device for therapy.
Hubby Stephen worked on blue knees and swollen wrists.
For lunch, Jack prepared congee and pumpkin.

Yesterday I had to use a plastic cup.
Today I could hold a porcelain bowl.

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FM:)
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