What kind of Love is given by you, Mom?

None of gift either any bunch of flower,

will pay your tender love

How words could describe your sincerity,

when your love asks nothing but risk anything

I could not find the kind,

and decent things I found in you anywhere else.

Your tears, your prays in every worship,

is a breath for us, your children

Every wrinkle in your face,

is sketch of sacrifice

But makes you more beautiful year after year

Thank you mom...

We honor and love you

Yogyakarta, Dec 22nd, 2014