Visiting My Late Grandmother
Visiting My Late Grandmother
By: Rima Muryantina
The last time I saw her was in 1992.
I was four.
I didn't know what to do,
Or why we should be separated for.
A few weeks a go, I saw her reflection at my mom,
And some parts of me were originated from her.
And I realized that we're all getting older,
And being older is kinda fearsome.
So I visited her this morning,
No grieving nor exhilarating.
Just watching and praying,
Hoping that she's not moaning.
And I saw other people
Who lay beside her
They couldn't afford to even say hi each other
And people who took care of her,
Who also took care of those powerless people,
Were really humble.
True, scared I am,
For imagining that what is written in one of those tombs is my name,
Or my mother's name,
Or any other lovely people's name.
But we all will return to the ground,
That's why life is profound.
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