In view of Gowongan Lor 48 Sts., <br />Thereabouts the women's house <br />Which still life million memories <br />In my dream up <br /> <br />Loud and rowdy of locomotif sirens from Railway Station, <br />Sound pedicabdriver whoever chating each other, <br />Smiling mbok jamu gendong1) pass by the house <br />Some jingle-clang humming from auto repair shop opposite <br />When I Sit-down on the woodchair <br />For waiting her coming <br />Like always I do when she is cooking <br />And keep passion <br />Like her father and mother never tired <br />offering batik following the marketday <br />riding bid around the market villages <br /> <br />loudsound of old locomotif sirens <br />Sound from chat of pedicabdriver <br />and jingle-clang humming from auto repair shop <br />Smiling of mbok jamu gendong <br />For a second could kept out my ears from monotonous <br />Crowded of cars and busses in the Jakarta highway <br />that smell of smoke from its knalpot <br />deliberately could kill us <br />without choice of our destiny anymore <br />coulee asking our dream in the future <br /> <br />*form of adress for Javanese women who selling of medicinal herb. <br /> <br />Bogor,24 Desember 2001.<br /><br />Prasetya Utama<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-of-my-father/
