this morning we love
with a heart full of love signs
My Mother Dear is well acquainted with war episodes
eventhough long after the war periodes
I’m always still sad
if I mention she
my heart splits grievous, truly
Since long I have no haven anymore
waiting till the heavy rains do subside,
where must I do that?
Why did you hasten, Mother dear?
(death of own beloved Mother always comes too quick)
Dear God Abba Father, why did Thou call Mother dear so quickest?
affectionately,
Sylvie
P.S.
This message I send as rapidest as the Lightning to Paradise….
(this translation from the Indonesian Language is once again subtile corrected so that it reaches as the best the original language)
This is a translation of the poem
Kepada Bundaku Tercinta….
by
Sylvia Frances Chan