apology is not an elegy.

Saturday, 17.20, evening
i call this red dying evening
the Beloved had gone without saying goodbye
the Beloved met her Creator and left me with silence
i got down on her knees and hope it was just a dream.
No. This was REALITY.
She laid down with her pale faceoh God, i couldnt stand to see her face.
She wanted me to be SOMEONE
SOMEONE who is useful for everyone, reaching my future.
She didnt want to see me cry
but oohh this pain was too hard,
i couldnt stop this tears.MOM,
i know i cant be your best son,
iam regret with every mistakes that i did to you.
but i have my own way to show that I LOVE YOU.
I never forget 18 years getting along with you
I never forget YOUR SMILE, YOUR ANGER and surely YOUR LOVE
and i never forget the day you slept away..
I hope i can be your best son and you will smile when i reach my future.
I'll always love you ,mom
i do.
*this post i wrote for my friend name M.T. Ridho and for his Beloved mother.
thanks for giving me such a great lesson about how important the family is and realize me to love my parents because we cant get the chance back.