Away,..

when i wrote this, i hold my tears
from being fall down,...
i just try to abort all the sadness,..
that makes me feel away,.. from home
my mom call me,..almost every nigth,
remind me to eat well, sleep earlier, and pray,..
and each time of it,..
i consider as a routine
i never realize that,..
the things that make me whole
then,..there is a time,..
like today,..
that mom didnt call,..
and me, just happen to feel sick,..
not well,..and miss her
i dial her number,..
she sound worried, asking how am doing?
she started to ask non stop question,.
am i feel sick,..and so on,..and so on,..
i just amazed by it,..
even am away,....
moms feels me,...
and me,..
down here,..hold my tears,..
desperately miss her touch,..
that always cured me,...
i hate for being away from mom,...