1901 was your year, you open your eyes
You were my living history book
Adoration of family, my blood related
I saw the old times panorama through your eyes
Through your hand writings
Through your conservative opinions and your old fashioned stuffs
You were always keeping up with me when I was grown up
You were watched me …through the whole years
Carry me into your arms when I was cry
I miss your warm embrace
You were my first teacher in any occasion
Teaching me everything I need to know
I memorized your wisdom words string
You were truly best friend of mine
You were full of love and kindness
You were there when I was awaken from my fever sleep
You were wealthy with stories, fairy tales and nursery rhymes
It was lulled me and sometimes decorating my dreams
You were the sacred one with ten magic fingers
The fingers that used to hugging my face, curing me, and tidy up my curly hair
When electricity going off,
we used to play shadows using our fingers in candlelit
You were storing previous old time stories,
About your young age and youthfully habit of your time
About Saladine versus Lion heart,
About the battles period,
About the period of Dutch colonial domination,
I was knowing from you about Titanic’s catastrophe,
far away before the movie was released in 1997,
that you said you were hearing the news from the old fashioned radio box with broken off signal on the living room when you were young
Your stories heard to me like the sound of music box with a dancing ballerina on top, like the rhythm of Glósóli or Frosti, beautiful rhapsody.
Now the box has closed, as your time was done
1995 was your year, you closed your eyes
Thank you for being there beside me since the first day of my life
Your memories will always remain as well as my gratitude and prays to you
Miss you with all of my heart.
In loving memory of Hj Fathimah Hamidin Moesthafa Malik ( 1901-1995 ), my beloved Grandma.
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