Air matanya berderai lagi
mengalir tanpa ada rasa segan
membasahi pipi,
si ibu yang kepiluan
SETIAP KALI..
Langkah kakinya lemah lagi
bersama esak tangis yang kedengaran
tidak menoleh ke belakang lagi
hanya meninggalkan kesan dihati
yang tak akan terlupakan
SETIAP KALI..
Si kecil hanya memandang
tidak mengerti siapa yang datang
siapa yang pergi
Si kecil hanya tahu
dia dibelai, dia disayangi
kerana itu KEPILUAN datang lagi
mengasak asak minda
SETIAP KALI..
Si ibu tidak tahu
Si ibu tidak pasti
kenalkah si kecil
siapa yang datang?
siapa yang pergi?
SETIAP KALI..
Dan si kecil tahukah?
si ibu sebak
SETIAP KALI?
There i go again.. its been a long time i have not written any poem since i left university.
This morning, the phrase 'Setiap Kali' suddenly popped out from my mind and i just took 1 minutes to write it. The poem is written with tears of sadness falling from my eyes. Silently.
Sometimes and every time its better to voice out feeling this way. It is brief and understandable. No need to worry about sentence structure errors. Its all about the beauty of literature world. You can write freely without worrying where you should put your verb, noun, predicate and so forth.
The poem is in fact reflecting my feeling towards my son recently. I noticed that when i was home last week he seems to be more interested to get closer to his grandma than me. I don't know. I don't sure either. Everytime he cries, he will run to his grandma. I envy that. I am his mother,why he doesn't want me to comfort him? He also does't want to 'hug hug' me like last time i was home.
I talked to my hubby about it and again, the same answer i get. 'Its just your feeling. No matter what, you are his mom. He is our son. It is just that all this while mom taking care of him. Nothing to worry.'
I know that. Clearly. He is right but still deep in my heart ' i can't accept it for now'.
Why last time when i was home, he was fine? Why this time different?
Oh, son! Just if you know what mummy feels!
Next time i back home, i'll make sure i'm not staying at my MIL house. I want my son aware of my presence only and wants only ME. Its sounds weird and cruel but have to do it. I don't want my son to see people that he used to see everyday when i'm around. I want him to see only ME. i have gone crazy i think..
mengalir tanpa ada rasa segan
membasahi pipi,
si ibu yang kepiluan
SETIAP KALI..
Langkah kakinya lemah lagi
bersama esak tangis yang kedengaran
tidak menoleh ke belakang lagi
hanya meninggalkan kesan dihati
yang tak akan terlupakan
SETIAP KALI..
Si kecil hanya memandang
tidak mengerti siapa yang datang
siapa yang pergi
Si kecil hanya tahu
dia dibelai, dia disayangi
kerana itu KEPILUAN datang lagi
mengasak asak minda
SETIAP KALI..
Si ibu tidak tahu
Si ibu tidak pasti
kenalkah si kecil
siapa yang datang?
siapa yang pergi?
SETIAP KALI..
Dan si kecil tahukah?
si ibu sebak
SETIAP KALI?
There i go again.. its been a long time i have not written any poem since i left university.
This morning, the phrase 'Setiap Kali' suddenly popped out from my mind and i just took 1 minutes to write it. The poem is written with tears of sadness falling from my eyes. Silently.
Sometimes and every time its better to voice out feeling this way. It is brief and understandable. No need to worry about sentence structure errors. Its all about the beauty of literature world. You can write freely without worrying where you should put your verb, noun, predicate and so forth.
The poem is in fact reflecting my feeling towards my son recently. I noticed that when i was home last week he seems to be more interested to get closer to his grandma than me. I don't know. I don't sure either. Everytime he cries, he will run to his grandma. I envy that. I am his mother,why he doesn't want me to comfort him? He also does't want to 'hug hug' me like last time i was home.
I talked to my hubby about it and again, the same answer i get. 'Its just your feeling. No matter what, you are his mom. He is our son. It is just that all this while mom taking care of him. Nothing to worry.'
I know that. Clearly. He is right but still deep in my heart ' i can't accept it for now'.
Why last time when i was home, he was fine? Why this time different?
Oh, son! Just if you know what mummy feels!
Next time i back home, i'll make sure i'm not staying at my MIL house. I want my son aware of my presence only and wants only ME. Its sounds weird and cruel but have to do it. I don't want my son to see people that he used to see everyday when i'm around. I want him to see only ME. i have gone crazy i think..
