I Can’t Forget It

Poem By Prasetya Utama

I can’t forget it
The day changes everything’s
My idealism. wishes, happiness
When the news comes from my younger brother
Telling me that my father was pastaway
I couldn’t think anymore and must go home
Saw my father for the last time before we send him to the cemetery
I walk and Elizabeth walk beside me
I never know what she thinks about my father
Who never seen him before
All member of the family saw us with sadness
My father potter's field under the asemtree
Together with my grandpa and grandma
In the environment of Sawunggalih family cemetery
Where my mbah buyut Sontowijoyo lived too
Nowadays many people come, pray and give the flower
To their place, burn kemenyan for entering their prayer to
Paradise (Kahyangan) , the place of Goddess
To ask manythings will happen in the world
As there hope in their belief
at that evening after the ritual

Jakarta, November 24,2005

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