POETRY

When your're gone

                  by Alvina Yolanda

When i was creating my dream for her
There was a hard blowing wind 
break down my dream for a while because...
The hard blowing wind brought a news which tode my heart into billion small pieces
Allah took  my mom from me
I my self could not believe it 

because i thought i love my mom so much and  never hurt her heart

Why He took her from me ?
What are my mistakes ?
Why it should be my mom?
Why it should be happen when i have not finished create this dream for her?
Whyyyyyy??????????

Yet, those questions doesnt make a sense anymore
When i heard a hard blowing wind asnwer those questions
" You love your mother so much, but u have to know that 

Allah  loves your mothermore than you, until He pick your mother up for a heaven
So, she can see your dream comes true with a smile from there"

Now i regret to throw those questions
May Allah forgive me
And you mom...
Here I am

I grow up now
see me mom....
This is your daughter , i would like create your dream becomes true 
with all pieces of my heart are missing you
I love you.. I miss you,,,,