He was a good man.
You were a good man.
In your dreamt house.
You were the boss.
Everyone would listen to you.
And,
I still remembered,
when I woke up early in the morning,
you were reciting Muqaddam,
in your subuh prayer.
While others were sleeping soundly.
Ignoring you.
They didn't noticed you woke up for subuh.
I still remembered,
when I wanted to sleep.
You were the one who tucked me to bed.
While she was sewing in the middle of the night.
Helping and trying to support us,
for studying.
I still remembered,
you were the one,
who bought me that doll.
She didn't allow me to have it.
But you were the one,
who bought it for me.
I love that doll.
Now the doll is one of my precious things.
I still remembered.
The hugged you always gave to me.
Made my body warm.
I was a little girl.
I used to follow you,
everywhere you went,
I always behind you,
begging you please don't go.
Now,
the good man,
is not here anymore.
The good man,
is far away from here.
But,
the good man.
He's always in my heart.
Not only in my heart but in our hearts.
Especially her in heart.
The good man.
I wish you were here.
Reading this poem.
It is not a good poem,
but I really wish you were here with me.
Abah.
I love you.
Mom loves you.
You were a good man.