December,
2002
There
was a saga’ tree in front of my grandma's house;
lush and a lot
of red saga’s seeds scattered underneath
From a far
this house looked like a Nirmala’s house,
and I imagined
myself as a dwarf , looking for the treasure
Every morning,
my grandma played the piano from a church hymn;
and humming
for herself, the melody sneaking into the vent of my room
as an alarm
for me wake up to the school
I prefer to
enjoy the piano keys that she played,
Rather than
fronded by her, because her
stony eyes created the barrier
December, 2015
I came back
there, no more a church hymn
Just the sound
of television echoed so strongly to the entire room,
and she sat in
the rocking chair with empty eyes
I wanted to hug her, but the fortress has not collapsed
Car rusted in the garage
The floor was colder
And our family photos being mossy
The house was getting old , as I saw her wrinkles were getting more
December,2017
I doubt, should I come there again?
I did not ready to feel the ineptness
but I missed playing
like a dwarf under a saga tree
Yogyakarta, 03
December 2017
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