In Front of Flower
yusuf achmad
to Hamka
(My dialogue with my grandson)
The flower in the pot says hello,
Greeting softly with words that glow.
Just like my grandson’s tender tone,
Speaking of the paradise flower, unknown.
Leaves of hope in endless streams,
When I ask, “How does the story seem?”
The blossom garden before our home,
He answers, “Hello.”
I reply, “Oh?”
I ask once more, “What happens after?”
His sweet response: “That’s all!”
26-7-2020
