2 mothers in a hdb playground-Arthur Yap

ah beng is so smart,
already he can watch tv and know the whole story
your kim cheong is also quite smart,
what boy is he in the exam?
this playground is not too bad, but I'm always
so worried, car here and car there.
at exam time, it's worse
because you know why?
kim cheong eats so little.
give him some complan. my ah beng was like that,
now he's different, if you give him anything
he's sure to finish it all up.
sure, sure, cheong's father buys him
vitamins but he keeps it inside his mouth
& later gives it to the cat.
i scold like mad but what for?
if I don't see it, how can I scold?
on saturday, tv showed a new type,
special for children , why don't you call
his father buy some? maybe they are better.
money's no problem, it's not that
we want to save, if we buy it
& he doesn't eat it, throwing money
into the jamban is the same.
ah beng's father spends so much,
takes out the mosaic floor & wants
to make terrazzo floor or what.
we also go new furniture, bought from diethelm
the sofa is so soft, I dare not sit, they all
sit like don't want to get up, so expensive.
nearly two thousand dollars, sure must be good.
that you can't say, my toa-soh
bought an expensive sewing machine,
after 6 months,it is already spoilt,
she took it back but.....beng,
come here, come, don't play the fool.
your tuition teacher is coming,
wah, kim cheong, now you're quite big.
come cheong, quick go home and bathe.
ah pah wants to take you chya-hong in a new motor-car

Prayer Before The Cross- Eddie Koh

My gaze hangs empty on your cross.
Things I please and loathe come nailed in angles,
Your bleeding hangs cold upon the cross.

I'm left like broken pieces.
Left alone to breathe.
No reason left to speak.

Lord, you know I understand
But it's getting harder to keep belief,
Reasoning with these questions I give.

I cannot ask, not even 'why?'
Much of what I feel inside
Seems truth but breathes a lie.

Keep me in your strong hands
Though I'm dirty and unclean.
Though I wallow in self-sufficiency,

Stripped of my liturgy.

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

'The Charge of the Light Brigade' Lord Alfred Tennyson

I second this poem (Sonia has posted it). I love the rhythm of the poem (try reading it out!), and I think it's quite teachable at lower levels too.