In the ebb of daily scenes we weave,
With spectacles dropped and socks that leave
Themselves astray on wandering feet,
A mother's voice in rice replete.
Kind words bloom like coloured art,
Sarah's praise a warming heart,
A girl, a bus, a fleeting chase,
Laughter born in a simple space.
Shanaaz's email, a solved delight,
Merging profiles in Goodreads' light,
Julie's gratitude, a birthday song,
Connections made, moments long.
Morning greetings, a gentle call,
Guidance shared on shuttle's thrall,
Teck Mui's reminder, work's clear tone,
In the rhythm of routine, seeds sown.
A tapestry of moments spun,
In the humdrum of day begun,
Each thread a tale, each word a sign,
In life's tapestry, stories entwine.
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