
3 March 2026, 7.43AM
To be
three
free
lively
tiny
feisty.

Ye Ye was always up for
a hot bowl of noodle soup
He’d cup his hands into a bowl
Shape his mouth into an O
“Don’t you just feel like a bowl of pho?
Most times we would go.
Invariably there were also times
when his boys wouldn’t give in
And so Ye Ye being Ye Ye
though he’d much rather soup
in the end
would let us win

Your Ye Ye passed away recently
Midnight in Malaysia, January 30
He was in his bedroom, sleeping peacefully
H****** you were only three
Let me tell you some things about daddy’s daddy –
First and foremost, he loved his family
He did everything he could for Ma Ma, Uncle Jon, and me.
He loved a good joke,
to laugh and to poke.
He loved to eat
Beads of sweat
Trickling down his head.
When I was your age he could be fierce
Many times he punished us to tears
All he wanted was for us to be good
(Though it would take some growing before we understood).
And even before then
Before your Ye Ye became a man
He was just a boy like you and I was
Figuring out life and what was his cause
Son of his father Choong Yoon Chong
And his mother Goh Lian Hong
The second of five
He gave us this life
I miss him.
I had a dream about him last night
He was smiling and laughing
And in his eye sparkled a light
I asked him,
“How is it possible that you are here?”
The dream ended
I didn’t get an answer
One day, just like Ye Ye
Daddy too will be gone
But I want you to know
I love you and I will never be far away
Just look up at the sky and remember the trillions of kisses I have laid on your hand
I will stick around as long as you need me to stay.