Mother's window

I sat in the back seat with my back to my memory.
Fragrant miss makes me want to get home quickly,
drinking coffee at dusk at the window.

He is a cheerful driver. When the taxi was hit by traffic jams,
he sings while waggling
his bald head. Add severe jams
added loudly sang, added rocking his head.

Taxi drivers do not know, I do not have windows
which is worth sacrificing to the twilight. My windows
like my heart: cold, grim, frail, scared
seeing the twilight fall and buried in the horizon.

For a long time I was sleepy, then fell asleep.
The taxi entered the street smoothly and quietly, across
rows of old buildings with windows
who laughs. On the edge of a pine-tree lined street.
In the twigs of pine perched the sparrow.

Taxi rate suddenly slowed. The taxi stopped
in front of the coffee shop. "Let's have coffee first, Passenger,"
said the taxi driver. "All right, Sopir," I replied,
"I surrendered to the coffee call."

At the coffee shop have gathered several taxi drivers
along with their respective passengers. They are served
an old lady whose hospitality makes
people want to come back to the shop. "Urip iki mung
stop by coffee, "he said as he served
a cup of coffee in front of me, then patted
my shoulders. Her peaceful face and eyes
the warm one immediately reminded me of the mother.

I woke up after the taxi driver patted
my shoulders. Ah, the taxi had reached the front of the house.
After I pay the fare and say
thanks, the driver smiled and said, "Congratulations
meet the twilight in front of the window, Passenger. "

I thank my mother in secret
has sent a small window to me.
The package window I found on the homepage. I do not
pangling with that window. Beloved Window
the glass can emit a variety of colors.

Mother likes to sit in front of that window at night.
The sky light bounced blue on the window pane.
As the night grew and silent,
mother singing Asmaradana and mother's eyes
occasionally closed. Mother sang the song
over and over until the children are asleep.

I put my mother's window on the wall of the room.
Dark black light wrapped in the window pane. Slowly
there was a faint light accompanied by the sound of birds
and splashing the river water. My window is open, then me
sitting quietly accompanied by a cup of coffee. Me and coffee
stunned when the light turns bright. Appear
on the other side there is a small stream flowing clear
under the twilight sky. On the banks of the river is a big rock.
I saw my taxi driver sitting cross-legged on top
the great rock, chanting Asmaradana
mother's favorite. Her bare head glistened.