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"
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