“To My Mother”

Because I feel that, in the heavers above

The angels, whispering to one another

can find, among their burning terms of love

none so devotional as that of “Mother”

There fore by that dear name I long have called you

In setting my Virginia’s spirit free

My mother – my own mother, who died early

Was but the mother of myself,

But you are mother to the one I loved so dearly

And this are dearer than the mother I knew

By that infinity with which my wife

Way dearer to my soul than its soul-life

Puisi: "To My Mother"

By. Tifa R. Widya

(Alumni Sastra Inggris, Universitas Harapan Medan)