The whole family on two mopeds br father, mother, son br grandma, grandpa off we go br speeding past neon streets br from the city we all sweep br under highways across the roads br not quiet sure if the way we know. br br Past the booted bin lung girls br and roadside sellers of fine entrails br now reaching more rural roads br senses assailed by country smells br broken shacks and newer builds br with fruit trees wrapped in plastic br to deter all the birds from snacking br herons sit and watch fish farms br as we speed past with sweaty palms. br br Approaching now our destination br the temple where great grandma br had her final internation br a calmness fills the air br as we climb a curving path br past a garden with small stone statues br of Buddhas laughing at our passing br and a lady tending, smiling. br br The grass is soft beneath the feet br and lends a lightness to our quest br to speak with great grandma br tell her all is well as she rests br past blossom trees and potted flowers br quietness fills each second with br what seems like hours br a splendid temple just for a few br who through devotion Buddha blest br up the stairs then take a rest br removing shoes before we go br inside the incense filled hallowed hall. br br First bow to Buddha long and low br then face great grandma's ashes br in number twenty slot br they speak out loud and give the news br apologise that great grandson br has arrived a little late to chat br inside I quietly smile br as in my heart I recognise br mother, father daughter, son br in each is that one same one.