The farthest moment I could remember
is when she and I rode out of town.
She, sitting on my lap or right beside me,
either way, still glad ‘cause we were together.
Until we got to the island where she grew up,
two of us watching the places we passed by.
It was always when the sun nearly sets,
the bangka finally reached its stop.
As far as my mind can flash different memories,
little did I know how a loving person she is.
Always she tells me how tasty a steamed fish is,
how healthy it is, and I thought definitely it is.
She never skips a single compliment,
which I receive from her every time I smile.
“I smile because you smile”, that's what she ever says.
“You are my eternal love”, that’s what she meant.
Her guitar, her favourite song in mind, and her voice,
three things I surely linger, always will remain in my heart.
No fairytale could exactly explain the moment she and I have.
We know ours is as best as a child holds his toys.
The time when I am with her is my everlasting happiness.
The kind of bliss I will truly keep for the rest of my life.
Now that she is walking towards the road of immortality,
indeed, loving someone - loving her is timeless.
This is for my great grandmother. I decided to make this into a boy-girl 'sort of' relationship. By the way, the word 'bangka' means boat.