My Dear, my “Hero” mother

Tonight, before bed I sing.
The bitter shadow toward me hardly.
Your figure passed a moment, mother.
Your fingers have withered.
Your bones fragile.
Your power was not as hard as stone.

Beat of my heart tightened.
Hit me suddenly!
Cry of gratitude, all of you not as bitter about that.
Really, mom.
I do not know, could I replace you position?
Will I be able to carry your load?

Ill will touch the heart.
Too bitter if I'd seen it all.
From the angle that I want you do not know.
I get down on my knees, free the tears.
Scavenge the hope that you will not like that.
Tears made a prayer.

I wish to Allah that He may make you healthy, prosperous.
Being my super hero.
Until later, Allah sent to me to be your super hero.
Always make you happy.
Make you smile all the time.
Seeing your physical and spiritual intension.
An excursion together into every place of your dreams.
Together, run the fifth pillar of Islam, became my primary praying every time.

Mom, I love you.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow, and everlasting.
I'm happy with you.
Mother, mother, mother.
Really, I love you ... my dear, my “super hero” mother.




Panti, August 24, 2011
Samsi Arpanurhi