Tentang Ibu

To Mother

You painted no Madonnas on chapel walls in Rome, but with a touch diviner you lived one in your home.
You wrote no lofty poems that critics counted art, but with nobler vision you lived one in your home.
You carved no shapeless marble to some high-souled design, but with a finer sculpture you shaped this soul of mine.
You built no great cathedrals that centuries applaud, but with a grace exquisite your life cathedraled God.

Had i the gift of Raphael or Michelangelo, oh, what a rare Madonna my mother's life would show!