Have we ever tried to remember the past ... ??
Nine months we live in the contents of the mother ... ??
Mother always takes us wherever she goes ...
He never thought of taking us off for a moment ...
Then we are born with the first cry we greet this world ...
Mother is always willing to take care of us lovingly ...
Sometimes we just take the time to rest with our tears at night ...
changing our wet diapers, giving us milk when we are hungry ...
And we can only cry when it's ...
We are always swayed, held on laps and beaten
Then what is our reply at that time ... ??
We often wet our mother's clothes with our urine ...
And Mother never once scolded us ...
We are moving slowly ...
Remember when we first entered school ... ??
Every morning, Mother always bathes us, ... feeding us ... driving us and waiting for us ...
Mother is so patient to accompany our day at school ...
And we only play when it's ...
Then when we get teenagers ...
The batch is endless to worry about us ...
When we often come home late with various thoughts ...
Mother just stared worriedly ...
Though maybe we just have fun out there ...
Remember us during the feast of Eid al-Fitr ...
Often mothers buy us new clothes, shoes, pants ...
With hope we will feel happy ...
Also remember what we said when ...
"Ah ... the clothes are old-fashioned, don't want ah" mother "doesn't know the taste of young people ...
and my mother just smiled ...
When we know love for others ...
Often we lie to mothers just to make love ...
And bundapun never let go of his love for us ...
When my mother said ... "Son ... you should go to school first right ... don't ever date ..." "
Then we just answer "Mom, I have already grown up, I know what is good for me, mom, don't set me too much !!"
Mother just smiled and looked at us affectionately ...
Do we remember when we entered college ...
Mother is passionately giving our sky-high tuition fees ...
Then maybe we also just have fun with a world that is a little older ...
When we need money to complete our desire for young love ...
Once again we often lie to mothers ...
by saying ... "Mom ... I need money ... for practicum fees ... about ... a million ..."
Then the mother said ... "son ... can't you install it ... ??
We immediately answer ... "can't bu ... have to pay once ..."
We never know what is in the minds of mothers at that time ... If only the mother knew that it was just our reason ... ... because maybe the real thing is we need money to treat or please our dearest girlfriend ...
And it turns out that the mother always loves and tries to trust us.
When we graduate from college ...
We might be able to see how proud the mother found her son had become a scholar crying full of happy motherhood at that time
Then shortly after that ... suddenly ... "Mom ... now I am an adult ... I want to marry this one ... because I love him ... can you, mom ...?"
Maybe the mother will say; "You have to look for a job first, then after a little bit steady you might get married"
Then what is our answer; "Ma'am! if you believe, I am able to feed him without a mother, I hope you do not forbid my intention to marry now, I am an adult, not a child, everything you have to pay attention to !! ! "
And for the sake of his affection for us, bundapun once again passed on our desires, while at the same time giving us a little provision for wading through our household.
Not long after that, we also felt able to live apart from him ... then once again we sulked at the mother.
By the time the mother has entered her old age, we leave her in her senile days.
And my mother never asked us to accompany her because her mother thought her child had her own life.
For years we left our mother and maybe only once a year we look at her, and even then during the Feast.
Then, when Mother is sick in her old age,
Maybe the mother is expecting love for her child can comfort him a little.
But, often we ignore the hopes of the mother ...
We may feel troubled just by taking care of an old woman who is helpless, then we are without hesitation in delivering a mother to a nursing home, we leave the mother with all her hopes for us.
Then when God wants to pick him up, we may be drowning in a life that has taken away some of our conscience.
Up to one day there was a telephone ringing that gave the news that the mother had died.
And I don't dare say that maybe our hearts are already ignorant and our ears are deaf to this reality.
There may be regrets there, like those that will not be rewarded with a million tears of our tears.
And we are only lamenting the departure of our mother, mother who has printed us with all the love of the mother that is beyond his sincerity, a useless regret when we know the mother left with a speck of mother's hope that she wants her child when the last breath decides his life.
And we just stared at the frozen headstone with the name of our mother. And even then if there is still a piece of our conscience that is still white.
I wrote this, to commemorate that your mother is a bearer of heaven for her child, maybe this is not all true, but it is not impossible that this happens and exists in this world.
Mother, I love my mother like I love HIS heaven.
Forgive your child, mother.
Hug your kid always.