I was doing some work on my computer when my father knocked the door to my room. "Your mother needs you", he said while sweet smelling newly baked cookies and cakes came inside my room and teased me.
My mother just made pans and pans of cookies and two whole chocolate cakes. Wow!!
I helped tasted the cookies and washed the dishes while admiring the cakes.
"Irma, do you remember the poem you wrote, something about a secret ingredient which is love?"
I looked at my mother, " Yes, but I lost it."
She opened her antique & stained recipe book and handed me a stack of papers.
"Here. Its not lost. I kept it for you, in my recipe book!!" I was elated.
So my dear little friends, here is it, its a bit sappy ....hey i was 19!
Chempaka's Secret Ingredient.
There was a bakery owner
By the name of Chempaka
She was plump with rosy cheeks
Her sweetest smile adds charm to her laughter
That chimes gracefully through her lips
Bringing life, colour, to the Enchanted Forest.
In her small cottage of dough-baking factory
She made buns, cakes, brownies and crossaints
Which no animal in the forest can resist
For the reason is a secret ingredient
Which was ever known ceast to exist.
The secret ingredient tasted like vanilla ice-cream
In between layers of caramel
Coated with warm dark melted chocolate
So exquisite
Makes your mouth so cold you want to shiver
Later so hot you will want to cry
Suddenly dissapears from your tastebuds
You want to taste it again.
Her voice never spoke to reveal or to leak
Of the most lust-over secret so mysterious and deep
It must be stated and understood
Her choice was not for the reasons of greed
But the consequences it may lead
For it is magical, powerful, and unbeatable,
Also dangerous and fatal at the same time.
Chempaka's been holding the secret for so long
One day wanted to return it to where it belong.
Since she first found it falling from the rainbow
So she decided to let the wind take it back to the skies,
How her heart breaks, when the wind wasn't playing nice.
The wind, such a chatterbox as she is
Sang the ingredients to all animals and beasts.
"It is love! It is love! The Ingredient is Love!"
Chempaka cries to the wind, what have you done?
With her tears came streaming down across the land
The clumsy wind blew her tears up to the air
Mixing it with Love, which is already up there.
The wind is clumsy, and so her clumsiness will make her pay
As today she accidentally released the biggest fireworks to play.
The colourful fire rained onto all living creatures
Not missing a soul, not even the majestic vultures.
Burning the whole forest with unimaginable bright light
To coal and ashes, from ashes to dust.
Alas, the secret of this fairytale is lost.
For love, is often to be kept in silence
Since it is always mistaken by its evil twin obsession
Love never demands, never lies, and never asks.
It is forever independent and forever lasts,
In the hearts of those who knew of its value,so precious and rare;
They 'd never settle for anything better, equal nor less
Even if the whole world was given to them right then and there.
Written by : Irma Rafeah binti Ahmad.
