crying in gratitude

when….
he was getting tired
when….
he began to surrender

You hold his hand
and whisper in his ear
slowly …. the helpless legs can be driven

he cry
I cry
we all crying
in gratitude

praise be  to  Allah,
indeed He is the best
His greatness start to work

alhamdulillah
Alhamdulillah!!!

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– mei –

to my dear brother Huki
He that can have patience can have what he will.”

Benjamin Franklin

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nothing is perfect (unexpected)

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dear Son,
days go by, years changed
I can imagine
how you have become a handsome young man
energetically in do your dream
you know, in life… nothing is perfect
and regret always comes at the end

I do not expect what I have done
to you and your mother would be forgiven

and I am sure that if one day I come or meet you
you will kicked me away  

but deep in my heart…. I know
you still remember me
so the want to see you
continued bubbling in this old chest
my son

I currently watching a photo of us
the day I taught you to fishing
oh dear…. wish I could turn back to that time
but the rice has become porridge
at least I’ve taught you how to fishing
please remember son
if there is a chance to see you
I would fight to grab it


– few days later –

 

dear sir,
I still have not been able to catch a fish,
please teach me again.

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mei

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I’ll stand by you

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among the bubbles of memories
I see we laugh and cry in the same tone but different loudness
quarreling one another for the same will in different intonation
took shots from different angle for a beautiful photo of compassion
our love is like the waves…. crashing the froth relentlessly 
which voiced the tenderness of affection

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along with the pine trees  we were raised
grew up and sing along the passing time
fly high with the birds to reach each other’s goals
but our wings were touching and reminding with attention
our love is like the evergreen leaves….  swaying endlessly
touching each other with love and attention

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to the cloud I ask to take care of you
with the wind I sent prayer for you  
and as the bigger wave and the pine stem that grow first
I promised I’ll always stand by you
like the waves keep crashing and frothy
as the pine leaves that sway endlessly

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Keep the faith, love and wisdom to light your path Mira Elodia, you are a dearest sister

 with love,

 – mei –

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