Father, Mother and Daughter Sofya

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When all alone at life's sunset,
I shall remember, remember again and again,
all the joyous halcyon days of yesterday's
summer smiles, sunshine and esprit de corps

Oozing from the lovely bright boffins
attending the English seminar at Malaysia Hall,
in particular pretty Ashiela and tall handsome Haniff
with angelic Sofya, the youngest attendee of only three moons.

Sofya, Ayn's darling, was born a stone's throw away from Kensington Gardens,
Where Peter Pan sailed through the trees gleefully.
Sofya has not one but two charming doctors in attendance,
doting on her day and night, truly one of Malaysia's loveliest couples.

Bless you all, mum, dad, baby and learners all.
May good fortune attend your every call.


Dato’ Yunus Raiss
JP FRSA FCIL MEd BA BSc (Econ) Barrister

24.01.2019

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