her in mother by Rut Novyanti

seperti fajar yang menarik pulang bulan bintang lalu mendorong matahari memainkan pagi, yang mengganti papan kegelapan dengan cahaya, yang mengagetkan ayam – ayam ‘tuk berkokok, yang membangunkanku kantuk terasa bergegas keluar dari trek mimpi malam, kelopak berusaha menggeser jendela mata, bibir sudah menarik garisan senyum menyabut hari baru, rongga hidung yang siap menghirup nafas panjang, tangan dan kaki yang sudah tak sabar beranjak, dengan otak yang masih melamun dalam nyenyaknya malam, terpogoh membuka tirai yang menyembunyikan lambaian lemah pohon, seakan ia berkata, “hai, selamat pagi..” senyum yang ku lepaskan sambil membalas salamnya melihat burung bernyanyi sedu sedang, kuutaskan rambut, bersihkan diri, torehkan setitik riasan Tuhan, kubersyukur akan hidup penuh anugerah ini, Apapun di sekitarku adalah sebuah pernyataan dan torehan nyata kalau Kau ada, semuanya tersenyum menyambut hari kami, apalagi di dalam singgasana – Mu yang suci, kami manusia,...

I was made by clay I was shaped by soft touches I was burn by fire to make me tough out of the fire You can use me, to be filled by fresh water, hot coffee, hot tea, ice water, juice, I am ready for all kind of drinks  Take care of me,  wash me, dry me and use me again.. I am glad, I am useful for you, even though I am a little piece of clay I am strong to be filled by hot or cold things, but I am fragile, I am weak, Do not be angry with me, do not throw me out or, I'll be useless, none wants me  some will see me and sweep me away, how can I smile and say good bye in cracked, broken body in sadness, I was swept, trashed in unused stuffs I was made by love, but it's ended in hostility

  couldn't say a word left behind by others   looked like a foolish kid, avoided like diseases   thought what was wrong but, minds were far from mature   little mistakes abandoned grown to be bigger than it was   hit, a stick talked, slapped, the hands's anger poignantly   mouths were used not to say, but to hurt love words, soft hugs were dreams   couldn't you speak with love? rather than had to threaten a child?   what adults wanted? be nice, obedience, sweet child?   even what adults done were not mirrored to what they wanted to a child must be   a child did not need your rude words, she did not need your rough and painful commands   a love, can speak, work, and change hits, slaps, and  hatred ruin someone's heart

some of us were born and are fortunate with papas and mamas who are rich, prosperous pride, education, food, house, fulfilled all abroad, art, love, car, provided all I thinking, how about who aren't? what they do what they get I seeing, some cry sell everything they have since they're born I noticing many though do upper, creative, diligent, changed better I concluding, is not about money, where you are from, but, what effort you done that determines our life

Past is still the past. Cannot you avoid, Cannot you deny. But, past built you what you are now. Cannot you have a beautiful past Cannot you change it all Need years to re-build the cost Look forward, but do not do the past things in the present It has been planted for about all this life? Is not the fruit near to the tree But, the seeds have already been harvested. Will it be picked? Or just let it be rotten? I choose the first choice. There are great future of all. He looks after me, always.

Cloud, this is me, let me set alight secretly, deeply, inside this heart Sun, allow me to sit on the cloud to tell story, to laugh, to cry Sky, do you mind? if this scream loud out, will you be upset.. if no, I'll stay with you

night's horrified and disappointed why is the warmth of the moon not as warm as the reflection of the sun silent calm, anger was muted, sitting quiet, dark heart why do I have to be dark? aah, I fell asleep under a tree, on the grass ah, there's a firefly, he made a beautiful little light, that decorates my loneliness