The dimlit world

The mind alone will do

When you close your eyes

The way it will not

The temperatures of life

Within the scope you find

It is just natural to realize

Good and bad things

Come different time

The wind of change

The rustling breeze disappear

Blowing somewhere else

Only the caressing memory

The thunders and lightnings

The war in the mind.........

The flaming sky colourful lights

There is hope the pulse racing

On the ground the pathways

Lining up every trace to remember

The whisper of the wind

The empty house light burning

Only in the mind driving the loneliness wild

 

When you climb the family tree

With a title and more on the way

You realize age has caught on

You know it is true...............

And the time how does it go?

Age comes with wisdom

Knowledge and certain degree of aura

People seem to say........

Yet must one follow?

Individually needs still must find

Even years come along to seek

The patience of sharing into it

The remarkable human spirits

On the wisdom of a family tree

A title freely given

As the years moving on

You will keep the title....

Nobody can take it away

You have to live up with it

 

SAHM isn't a peace of cake

You sweat it out from wee morning

Until the babies go to sleep

By then your energy low

And the boredom reeks your mind

It isn't an easy task

Watching and caring kids

They take out much of your energy

With household chores nobody hardly around

Adult conversation with the wind

You become the baby talk expert

When you sit alone

Thinking on the sacrifices you do

Leaving you with no decent conversation

You begin to realize

“Is it worth the effort?”

So think on the opportunity cost

For your own self worth...one must be greedy

To hold on to one's belief in life pursuits

Doing SAHM isn't a cup of tea

It takes a lot of sacrifices and mental energy

For the active person like you

You can't stay coop up within 4 walls

You have to go enjoying company of adults

Get the vibes of sharing and ranting

When you come home

You have the energy to box your chores

Of life and children smiling...“Mom home!”

 

Goodbye mother

You give us life

You give us living

You give your sacrifices

You give us your time

We will cherish

The memories we hold

Now that you have gone

On your ripe old age

You wait for me

Holding your breath

Until I arrive

Get for you

The burial site

In Fairy Park

Exactly 24 hours

You leave us

I know you leave with few regrets

Knowing you haven't done as much as you desired

I will get it done for your grandchildren...............

I know you can't give them any more

Goodbye mother

We will cherish the memories

Yet life must be going on living

Now go in peace

You aren't alone in your journey

You have your loved ones with you

May the Lord bless you always

 

The sun is bright

The wind is cool

The butterflies in the garden

I keep busy never changing routines

Thinking backwards

The history of the past

The hardship I endured

The long journey to break free

When I was growing up

My mother is there to oversea

She never lets her brood playing truant

Telling lies and using bad languages

The cane will come right down

There is no escape

She tries her best growing up years

Alone single handedly she works hard

Thinking the best she could..........

Surviving is what she has done

The toils and hardships

The years spent in the villages

Kampong Kuantan and Kampong Tengah

The good and bad times memories last

Now she is on her last journey

She hardly complains as she takes it on

The heartbeats have stopped breathing on apparatus

On medications the journey she endures

I hope she has no regrets

Deep down I know she had

She enjoys certain passing happiness

Seeing the children grown up

Grandchildren came to be part of her life

Mother you give your best

You try hard to make us civilize

Living on our own; life has to go on

Goodbye mother the journey has just begun

In the world you will go

You will glow as you step into it

The Kingdom of the Lord where life will be free

 

My mother finally sent her to hospital

I gave the green light from far away

My brothers and sisters couldn't make the decision

Now she is in doctor said why so late

The results were bad

Lungs infection, heart problems

Kidneys failure life on balance

Legs swollen her life sleeping away

Now I got a call

My mother's heart stopped

On medications to ease her pain

The end of the road finally arrives

I had seen deaths

In my life time I travelled

And I always say it is a journey

For what one will do and gain

The next world learn the correct ways

What life should be like

Old age finally

The old diseases swinging by

My mother keeps it to herself

As stubborn as a mule I knew

When I was young growing up years

She makes her sacrifices

The years she has

Life can be kinder still

I hope she enjoys her last few years

Visiting and travelling some

She said she has to do it

Else next time she may not

How true!

The last 2 years she changed a lot

Yet she never complains

As usual she says she is alright

Now she will be gone

Only surviving on medications

Time has finally arrived

Mother dear you make your best

 

The years of her life

She did what she knows best

Bringing up her children single handedly

Asking for no help proud as she was

She handled her problems head on

Without proper education

She learned hard the way she could

Knowing nobody could help her

She has to shoulder on

For the children she has no choice

Back in kampong Kuantan

The village bliss peaceful surrounding

A house she bought life could be better

Rearing poultry and about Malay women witches

Scared the children dare not go to the well

Where the old women would take shower

In the late evening setting sun

Growing up years

About ghosts and pondans

Where an uncle would cross dress

He had his trunk full of female costumes

After much pleading he did parade

We had a good laugh those years gone away

The easy life in the kampong

Got canned the most I did

Naughty and not the favourite

I did most of the work

As a young boy growing up

I knew about hardship

The way life could have

Yet my mother did

The way she thought best

As I was growing up

I knew I had to make it on my own

Life in kampong Kuantan

The good peaceful life changed

She sold her house I didnt know why

Even today I don't ask

Into one room house

She rented cheap

Now in Kampong Tengah

She did the best she could

Chopping woods

I had to carry

From the secondary forest

Back to the village

She had to wash clothes

To earn some money to survive

Years on the village

Developments came

The villagers uprooted

Compensation paid

And a two room house

One year later May 13 erupted

Gunshots could be heard

Yet she struggled

She didn't complain

She took it as it was

Life must go on......

Children grew up

They left the nest

Some stayed around

Others gone far away

Planted themselves elsewhere

Trying to make a better life

Some never make it

Fate deals with them differently

Yet my mother carries on

Struggling her life

With grandchildren she handled

Feeding them asking no returns

Then they too grew up

They left forgotten about their grandmother

And the times she spent with them

The years gone by

I managed to pay off her house

Gradually I wasn't around any more

I was on job settling in different states

Until my own home state

It has exchanged totally.........

The years I was away

I become a visitor

Not the naturally born of the place

My mother stays on

Amongst her own crowd and relatives

Some gone too I wasn't told

My uncles and aunties left this world

Few years ago her husband gone

Then her youngest son followed suit

Two years ago her son-in-law passed away

Gone bitten by dengue fever

Yet she doesn't say much

She knows life has to go on

She was saying her time has arrived

It lingers on for a few years

She did a few trips

Visiting her uncle and her late sister

Then she was confined at her home

Old age finally takes her toll

Within 9 months I saw her

She has gone badly in body

Last November when I saw her

She has really turned the worst

Now she can't move

She can't talk even

Just 3 weeks ago I saw her

She has turned bad today

I know she has some regrets

Yet she lived to the fullest

She becomes a great grandmother

A life she knows must go on living

 

Now the old woman

She has her time of trials

The life she leads she may have her regrets

Marrying a man arranged by her mother

From a rich family background

She thought it could be a life of bliss

When she went into the marriage

It was downhill since

I remembered she ran away

Living the children behind

I was the one who asked her to return

When I saw her in her aunty's house

Reluctantly she went home

For the sake of her children

She got beating

The husband of no compassion

Only when the children grew up

He finally left staying with his rich sister

Until he passed away years ago

Now the old woman

My mother lying still

This morning I got a call

I think she knows her time

Neighbours told me

When I visited her in November

She had been seeing ghost of her people

Waiting for her.........

About my late younger sister

And her late no good husband

And her mother..........my grandmother

Who shielded me from harm from my mother

Now as I got the information

Lying still she can't move.........

Suddenly she turns for the worst

As her fire flow she knows her time

As she saw me last in November

 

The old woman feeling so sad

Age has caught with her

The children all gone separate ways

The grandchildren hardly come by

She watches her life

A sad story I knew..............

Yet she is still stubborn

From young till growing old

The drumbeats of her life

Struggling to feed her children

Working whatever she could find

Carrying log of woods from rubber trees

Working as a washerwoman

As long as it was an honest job

She was willing to give a try

Just to put food and clothing

So the children couldn't go hungry

The years were hard

The decades she tried

Never gave it up

As long as she could find

Now when I see her again

She has shrinked owing to old age

For over 9 months she changes

Now neighbours say she sees images

Of those she knew passing away

Yet she doesn't want to complain

She takes it as her due in life

The old woman eyes growing old

Refusing to wear spectacle

She says she doesn't need one any way

Now her days are spent

Sitting on the chair waiting for her time

I do what I can with money

Visiting her whenever I am in town

I remembered her sacrifices

I remembered the hardship she endured

I remembered I got the worst from her anger

Yet she is still my mother............

In a state of poor health

 

It isnt easy

Rocking the 12 million visitors

Now you got it

Congratulations!

Say may say many things

It is each to his/her own

Let them parade here

Allowing them the choice

Each of us must have our rights

In whatever small ways to write

In our society

Multi-cultural religious background

And the cauldron of political cake

So next year your own battle

May Allah be with you through your trials

Be like Samy NST drop the case

Let freedom shine in our lives

As well as you saudara Rocky