Yogyakarta

Yogyakarta* (26/08/2011) If only I could make it then, To the place I call second hometown To the city I long for four years To the souls of my real relatives Just to talk about it brings me tears Where my best Eid-El Fitrs* took place If only I could close my eyes and click my heels I’d trade what I own to have the first pace So I could go there again, and put smile on Dad’s face To arrive at grandma’s place, to the city that is grace * Yogyakarta is one of the cities in the Middle Java (I live in East Java). It’s my dad’s hometown and my second city to be called home. * Eid-El Fitr is two days after we, Moslems did our fasting in one whole month. In Indonesia we have this tradition to ‘come home’ to our origin hometown in Eid-El Fitr, whether you are moslems or not, because of the holidays. And as described in this poem, I really miss that city I call home. By: Dinda Minardi For Michael J. Falotico's Contest "Close Your Eyes and Click Your Heels"