Baiknya Budi Cicit Si Randang

Baik budi emak si Randang

dagang lalu ditanakkan,

tiada berkayu rumah diruntuhkan,

anak pulang kelaparan,

anak dipangku diletakkan

kera di hutan disusui.

Tingginya hemah cicit si Randang,

memohon ampun bila tak salah

berlutut merungkai hikayat cedekia,

hati dagang jangan tergoris,

kitab  diunggun menghiris wajah,

buang amarah jangan bicara,

mulut dan lidah jangan berkata

buat penyedut anu yang koro.

Baiknya budi cicit si Randang

Rebahkan padi tegakkan lalang

Membaja dedalu menginjak cucu.

Aduhai, alahai, amboi.

yassinsalleh

2103 hrs. April 11. 11

Le Casa Pacifica De Yaslehs,

Copyright © 2011 yassinsalleh

All Rights Reserved.

Happy Birthday Mummy

Mummy sayang,

Hari ini

Birthday Mummy.

Cempaka di kaki awan,

gerimis di kuburan.

Kelopak kemboja berguguran

menudungi kaki nisan

taman istirehatmu Mummy sayang.

Luka sayap balam

duka rambut malam.

Bilakan terlerai nestapaku ini?

Aduhai.

Pedihnya sayu, perihnya pilu,

sengsaranya lah rindu,

satu, satu aku lagukan tanpa nyanyi

kerana suaraku hilang entah ke mana sembunyi.

Alahai.

Happy Birthday Mummy.

Yassinsalleh

1230 hrs. April 6. 2011

Di taman istirehat Mummy

Di hari ulang tahun kelahiran Mummy,

Kali pertama aku nyanyikan

Happy Birthday Mummmy

Tanpa kelihatan senyuman Mummy

yang sembunyi

Happy Birthday Mummy. Aduhai.

Gemersik Muzik simfoniSEPI

Mummy sayang,

hari demi hari,

kian bertambah lama Mummy pergi

kian itulah pula bertambah pedihnya sayu.

Bergetar di talian biola pilu,

berdebar di dada rebana paluan rindu.

Setiap malam

pada sampai bulan lelah,

setiap fajar

yang menangguhkan tiba

dalam genta muzik luka

aku berlagu tanpa nyanyi

kerana suaraku hilang entah ke mana sembunyi.

Tapi aku tahu

di kaki tirai pentas Mummy ada di situ

mendengarkan nyanyi qalbuku nestapa

dalam gemersik muzik simfoniSEPI.

yassinsalleh

0240 hrs. Mach 3. 2011

Happy Birthday Mummy. I miss you very much, so much.,

Happy birthday Mummy.  I miss you very much, so much. And I wish you are doing fine

wherever you are now.  This family feels different without you and it's horrible

living without you, Mummy.  It hurts so bad losing you Mummy.  I cry for you almost

everyday.  I wish you could come back. :(

Take care mum, Abang loves you so much Mummy.

Abang, Yasleh Khaliff Amri

April 5 at 3:26pm

Le Cassa Pacifica De Yaslehs

Happy birthday mummy. May Allah bless you always. Al Fatihah.

Hello Mummy. Tomorrow will be your birthday and it is the first time you are not around for it. I wish I could still give you birthday presents and cake (which is what you always look forward to on your birthday - you loved cake) but alas all I can give you is a prayer of Al-Fatihah.

We will visit your grave on Thursday and I will see you then.

All the things that we can't do together now and this is one of it. I miss you mum and wish you were here to celebrate what would have been your 61st birthday.

Mum, I was blessed to have had you in my life and I will always carry you in my heart.

You were a gem, an angel on earth, a priceless gift to us. Now that you've returned home to the Almighty, our life is less richer than it used to be foe your precious self is no longer in it.

31 years of having been loved by you feels like such a short span off time. If destiny hadn't decided to take you away when it did, I would have loved to bask in the glory of your love for as long as I could. But as destiny has decided to take you, all I have left now are memories of how life was like when you were here to shower me with your love.

I miss you mum. On your birthday, I wish for you peace in the after life and may our sorrows here not affect you there, wherever you are now. May our remembrance gladdens your soul with the knowledge that you are still very much loved and that your life meant a great deal to those who were lucky enough to have loved you.

Happy birthday mummy. May Allah bless you always.

Adik, Yasleh Hani Wati

Le Cassa Pacifica De Yaslehs

April 5, 2011.

Letters to Mummy 6

Dear Mummy,

Tomorrow is your birthday, and I am feeling so sad. No longer do I need to think what cake to get you this year, you loved your cakes so much, and each year it was fun thinking what you would enjoy. It was also fun locating the most practical gift to give you, you always had this weird fond smile when you opened my gifts, I knew you wanted frivolous stuff from me sometime, but I leave that to the sibs, practical is the way I roll, when you can read, books you like, when your eyes gave you problems, it is stuff like bags to keep your combs, pill boxes, things you can use. I miss that, thinking what to get you and searching for it.

The rose plant dad gave you for your anniversary last year is blooming it single red rose, as if it knows tomorrow is your birthday and how much you love blooming roses. Mummy we are moving on though we miss you so much, that we have to learn to face each moments lost now that you are not here and it still hurts, like the other day, I went to trim my hair and I cried on the way back because I would never have to bring you to trim yours anymore. So I asked Phil, would it always be this way that each moments lost to me would hurt? I don’t know Mom, but know that I will always try to honour your memory by going on strongly as you did in your life; I love you Mummy, Happy Birthday!

Along

Posted by rya at 4/05/2011 12:29:00 PM 

http://yra76.blogspot.com/2011/04/letters-to-mummy-6.html

Remembering Mom

They say time heal all wounds. That your heart will mend given enough time. If that is the case then I suppose not enough time have elapsed since mom's demise for I still feel a sharp pain in my heart and a heaviness and an emptiness that won't go away.

Life would go on as usual and then suddenly the pain will surge up suddenly that tears just start to well up and sobs are escaping my mouth, pain so acute that I'd feel death is preferable. But I mustn't go that way. No, I'm not suicidal. Not lately, but the pain that drowns me sometimes feel like it's so strong that I'm dying inside. Longing to be with mum, but alas she is beyond reach.

All I can say to myself, is to live my life in honour of mom's memories. To live by her ideals and to achieve for her the things that she wants me to achieve for myself. To be the wonderful person she believed she had raised, and which I aspire to be daily. To remember her in everything that I do and not to forget all the things she has taught me. to live a life that would have made her proud of me. That is all I can do now and to remember her, always.

Always the clever realism she is fond of saying in reply to my nonsensical hypothetical questions. Like, what would happen to me mom? What would my life be like? She will always answer in her quirky straight-forward way, along the lines of que sera sera, but imbued with Mom's style. Oh boy, how I miss her sanguine nonchalant way of looking at life, taking each day as it comes and welcoming it with open arms.

 Mom, if I could share the world the beauty which were you, I would. I would paint the world with the colours of your smile and decorate it with the beauty etched in your heart. Mom, you were the gem in my life and the brilliance of the jewel which were you, will shine from the memories I have of you enshrined in my heart and mind.

Mom, please know, where ever you are now, that you are sorely missed and we live now lesser for having lost you. You lived a meaningful life mum, and this is attested by the fact that you are dearly missed by the ones you left behind. Fare the well, my wonderful mom.

Yasleh Hani Wati

0407 hrs.  April 2.1 1    

Laman Pendita,

Gelanggang Seni Warisan,

Kuantan, Pahang, Malaysia