She reminded her of the origin of love
The womb, so warm, engulfed by amniotic wisdom
Strings attached through the umbilical cord
Now etched in the daughter’s heart
So this is the home she had been longing for
The care from a pair of hands other than her own
Massaging her back until the wind escapes
Messaging in, here warmth, so winter
will no longer enter her heart, she said
“If this is what you need,
take my fire.”
She flames with no care
to the melting body of her candle
The daughter cried in silence
for her exhaustion felt, too
She has the time candle, too
so many stages to burn
yet so little, for her mother
If only she could’ve been
kinder to her without becoming
less pleasured of a lover
less passionate of a dreamer
To the kindest, without less youth
Is it possible, that she too
build a warmth of home
to pay back
without an upcoming
after death regret?
Author: Agnes Seraphine
Editor : Sitti Aminah Intan Utami & Vonna Meisya Saputra (QC)
Illustration : Kenar Syalaisha Kanayana