Powerlessnes

 

Those eyes,
are still clear.
That mind,
is still trying to memorize.
That age,
always makes him weaker wittily, every day.
He,
is surviving,
to see me, and us.
That body, is weaker and weaker.
He can do nothing.
We?
can't give a bell for him,
even for just a minute.
This fury,
sorrow,
powerlessness, can't fight for him.
Heart tells,
just meet and see, then.
Again and again, powerlessness.
He's waiting for us, and me.
Begging in prays,
to come help.
He's the most whom I, especially, love.
-grandpa.

 

Malang, 24/06/2017