My Mother

When we grew up…

You poured yourself to us,
You gave yourself to us,
until nothing left.

Because of you,
I have the courage to say freely my thought about things that now some may hold at the back still.
I have the courage to expect a better life.
Even though at your time, you could never have them nor have the courage to dream on.
But you had sown the seeds in us to grow.

You walked your talk,
you set an example for us.

You nurtured us,
you nourished us,
we were full of love.

Despite all the imperfections,
that happened to all of us,
you did always do for us,
sincerely, willingly, joyfully and cheerfully…in any seasons.
In good times and in bad times,
in health and in sick.

You’re our anchor, you’re our rock.

Now we’ve grown up, and you’ve grown old gracefully…

Time flies,
things change.
Everything dwindles,
subtly but surely.

You are still smiling joyfully and cheerfully to life.

I hope I can follow your example, Mom.

Dear Lord, please meet my mother’s every need.
/from a sharp tongue & impatience grown up child/

It’s Not My Fight 

It’s not my fight… Over there,
My fight is to train my kids of what’s right….Over here,

What’s proper and ethical,
What’s flow from the heart and what’s logical,

to encourage creativity,
to teach them discipline and responsibility,
to interact in integrity,

to let them practicing persistence and endurance,
to help them to be hardworking and competence,

to have love, big heart and kindness,
to diligently bear any consequences.

Ah, certainly not an easy task,
Help me Almighty, I would ask.

~a mother & homemaker/Indonesia

Kelam

Apalah arti menang atau kalah,
Apalah arti sengit,
Apalah arti sibuk,
Bila waktu sudah tak ada,
Semua itu tak berarti.

Waktu berlalu seperti angin,
Masa kecil yang kunikmati,
Masa remaja penuh tantangan,
Masa-masa indah dan,
Tentu tak lepas dari ketaksempurnaan,

Tapi apalah arti itu semua,
Bila mereka telah pergi,
Waktuku telah lewat,
Tanpa ku bisa memberi yang berarti,
Walau hal simpel dan basic seperti,
Waktu dan cinta,
Menikmati kebersamaan dengan kasih sayang.

Ampuni aku, Dad,
Ampuni aku, Tuhan.

Mendung Memancing Emosi & Imaji, Dll LOL

​Mengapa di langit mendung tak bosan mengapung,
dan hujan terus bertahan,
memaksa lamunanku terbang melambung,
emosi dan imajiku bertaut-tautan,
tak mampu diri ini membendung,
riak-riak angan yang merusak tatanan.

Kepada siapakah ku harus bertanya
apakah kepada lidah ku yang tak henti bergoyang,
mungkinkah kepada Bu Endang yang doyan rendang,
atau kepada Pak Bambang penggemar nasi tumpang.

Ada apa dengan Bu Endang dan Pak Bambang?

Bu Endang dan Pak Bambang suka berdendang,
sambil meliuk bergoyang,
tak perlu keluar banyak uang,
yang penting hati tetap senang.

Note: Thanks to tinayap.wordpress.com for the idea of ‘Ada apa dengan Bu Endang dan Pak Bambang’ Hahaha LOL.