Mother. . . .
I dont know, what the correct word to describe you . . . . .
May be it is late, very late. . . .
I saw all your love, when you were in old age, . . .
when you already had many limitedness, . . . .
and now, when you have leaved me, . . . . .
Mam, a million forgive I request from u,
in my prayer, in my tears, . . . .
now I know whence the warmth feeling, . . . .
now i know what made me peace and pleasant in our home. .
that is because of you, because of your love, and your prayers, . . . .
I never realized, until I feel coldness in my days,
after you leaved.
Mam, all memories with you lives in my heart, . . . .
you are my best friend when I was sad and ill, . . . .
when I was weak, your touch made me strong.
Mam, I know you dont like to see me cry,
but mam,
Remember you always make my tears drops,
I learnt many veracities and love from you.
give without expect replying, . . .
and how i always have no idea? . . . .
Mother, . . . . again, . . . I am sorry
Jogja, October 2007
Jania,
