Poem: Mother at the time of farewell to the bride.

Come enlightening the lap,
in the hospital,
So without conch sounds
Still knew
Close relatives and friends.

Shortly leave the lap
make us lose ourselves in happiness,
Yet some years passed in our own
As if the nut is attached to the bolt.

Slowly relax in the mind
much needed too,
been away from home for a long time
making home beauty less
But...