I stand alone at the end of this deserted Tapulinik runway.
The sky was cloudy, the wind was blowing hard, and the silence was piercing.
I remember Mom,
the shadows and sounds felt so close,
but I can no longer feel his warm embrace.
I’m so very sorry, Mom,
in the last moments of your life,
I’m busy with your hospitalization bureaucracy,
chasing mirages
and not truly with you even though we are in the same place.
I should have spent much time with you,
Having a warm chat, laughing ,singing and hugging you tightly.
But now,
regret is useless.
Life feels empty without you, Ma.
There’s no place for me to talk anymore,
no more advices from you,
and there is no more calming smile I could see.
I myself,
fragile and frail facing the hardships of life.
I want to reach and hold your hand, Mom,
but there was only a dream in endless emptiness.
Losing you is a wound that never heals, Ma.
I miss you without a cure,
and my love for you is indescribable.
I want to go home, Mom …
Even if I can only visit your tomb,
Remembering you and praying for you.
However…
I’m stuck here, Mom.
The plane never arrived,
the airport is quiet and eerie,
only the sound of repeated gunshots could be heard.
My longing to go home had to be postponed.
I’m sorry, Mom
I’m sorry again.
Happy Mother’s Day (22/12/24)
Happy birthday, you would be 65 years old today (23/12/24)
Merry Christmas (25/12/24)
Mama has been resting for 3 years now (12/25/24)
With bunch of love,
Your 1st daughter
Kreator : Vidya D’CharV (dr. Olvina ML.L. Pangemanan, M.K.M.)
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