Poem : To My Grown Up Son

To My Grown Up Son

My hand were busy through the day,
I didn’t have much time to play
The little games you asked me to
I didn’t have much time for you

I’d wash your clothes: I’d sew and cook,
But when you’d bring your picture book
And ask me, please, to share your fun,
I’d say, ”a little later, son:”

I’d tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door,
I wish I’d stay a minute more.

For life is short, and years rush past,
A little boy grows up so fast,
No longer is he at your side.
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away,
There are no children’s games to play.
No good night kiss, no prayers to hear,
That all belongs to yesterday.
My hands once busy, now lie still,
The days are long and hard to fill,
I wish I might back and do,
The little things you asked me to.

Alice E. Chase

What a nice poem isn't it ? But it sounds sad for me. So, I'll explain my analysis about this poem. About the meaning of the poem and the culture that being told in the poem.

This poem tells about a mother who didn’t care about her son when he was a little child because she were so busy. She didn’t have time to play games with him, she refused her son’s request to read his picture book, and even when he would sleep at night, she just stayed for a moment, tucked him, heard his prayers, turn off the light, and went out of her son’s room quietly.
Now, she realizes that her son grew up so fast. He isn’t in her side anymore. She misses with what usually her son did. Such as children’s game, picture book, and his prayer. Those were just in the past. Though she is still busy now, she regrets because in the past, she was too busy till didn’t have time for her son. She wants to go back in the past to be with her son. It’s so ironic because a parent still being busy with the occupation because she regrets though her son left her because of he grows up. If she really regrets, she should be less busy so she can give more attention to her son though he grows up.
In the poem, we can find a culture that being implicit. It’s ’reading a picture book before sleeping’. In the western culture, parents read a picture book to their child before the child sleeps. In Indonesian culture as the eastern culture, we don’t usually do it. Before sleep, parents tell a fairy tell to their child. Also with kissing. In western culture, kissing in a public place is normal. May be to family or friends. In family, parents give a goodnight kiss to their child before sleep. But In eastern country, we don’t usually find a kissing habits.
We can analize the culture not just from which part of the world it is. But also the urban or rural community in it. It has the culture of ‘busy parent’. We can say the busy parent is a culture of the urban people or rich people. The mother has much money but they don’t have time even for her son. So, the mother doesn’t have an enough attention for her son. That makes her son feel lonely and different from the other children who is concerned well. He may be a naughty child, not an opened person, and don’t behave well. Those are the different between the western and eastern culture.

Finally, that’s all of my analysis about this poem...

What I feel about this school year

This year, I'm in the 11th class. Of course, the subjects are more difficult, especially because I'm in natural science class. I feel difficult in math, chemistry, physic, and biology because we should read much about it and do many exercises.

Like in chemistry time. When my teacher taught it, once she explained I didn't understand. Twice, still didn't understand. In fact, i paid attention. So, I asked my friend who sat next to me and in front of me. Then, finally I understood.

Perhaps, I need an extra course of those science subjects. But i think, that needs extra time too. Actually, I have an intention not to be focus with my school this year. I want to improve my French and moreover, I want to be a homestay in AFS organization. So, I will be busy because of my own activities. I'll have a French course of it starts and I'll be more busy to consultate with

But I can change my intention, my plan. If I really really need an extra course, I should have it. I don't want to decrease my marks of those subjects... I want to go in a foreign university !

Twice I've had an accident !

In the last post, I've written that I had an accident with my motorbike. It's because I was so careless.

Today, it happened again !

At the afternoon, I took my first brother with my motorbike. We had 2 destinations. First, to buy Kebab and then to photocopy something, that's my destination. So, I took my brother to the Kebab sale. My Mom had told me before to leave him, let him wait for me when he buy the Kebab and so I could go to photocopy. I obeyed her. I left him to my destination.
After I finished to photocopy, I went back to take my brother. In the trip, an accident happened again. Like before but it's worse. I rode my motorbike to the edge of the road, but I didn't pay attention that the edge is a little lower than the main road. So, when I want to direct my motorbike to the main road, I fell. Ohh, it was when I rode it fast. My leg was hurt a little, but it's ok. But the motorbike was a little broken.
Thanks God, I could get up with my motorbike and someone helped me while the other just stopped and looked at me ! I said thank you to him then I went to take my brother.
After arrived to the Kebab sale, I told my brother about that accident. And after arrived at home, my Mom knew it too. She told me to be more be careful and don't rode the bike too left or right of the road.
Ahh, I hope, this is the last accident.

I Should be Careful

Now, I can ride a motorbike alone ! But I'm still novice to do it. So, no wonder I had a little accident because of my carelessness. This is how I became like that...

I took my friend with my motorbike from my home. My destination was to the swimming pool. I wanted to drop Cici in front of the bureau of my village. She would go home by a bus then. I intent to turn around and go to the opponent way. I was careless, I didn't look carefully at the back. Is there any vehicle past through the road or not. I just saw the road behind me for a moment. I saw some vehicle would past the road. But the stupid thing, I just turned around and past the road. I didn't that there was another motorbike past. So, we had a little crashed.
Thank God, the girl who rode that motorbike broke it, so it got slower and slower. Though my right leg was stuck for a moment, that accident didn't make any scar in my leg. I immediately said sorry to her and went away.

That accident made me nervous. I also felt stupid. So, I should be careful next time when I road a motorbike.

First Post with Happy Happening

This is my first post in my new blog...

I had a great day. I met a Muslim girl who lives in Paris ! As I remember, her name is Fauzia. I can see from her face, an Mediterranean face.
First time, i saw her after the dhuhur pray, in the school hall. I wondered, I thought she is a teacher. But when I got closer to her, I can conclude she is a visitor. Subhanallah, she is so beautiful ! he looks like Arabic people. My and my friends were curious. "Who is she??" We asked each other. In fact, we were ready to go down. But we delayed it because we were too curious. So, we asked our teacher.Mrs. Ratih, our Sociology teacher said that she came from Jordania and she is a french citizen. 'Citoyenne français !' Inas, my friend. "Rizka seneng !". She meaned that I was so glad because I could speak french to her. Then, we asked the same thing to Mrs. Dyah. But she got closer then. Mrs. Dyah told us to talk to her. But, it was only me who talked to her then. I don't know why I intently talked to her. Usually, I'm too shy to talk to a new person. I directly asked,"Are you french citizen?" She responded,"Yes". I became so happy. Imagine ! a person who like french speak with french. It's like reaching a quarter of a long trip. I know that I am still stupid to speak a new language for me : french. So, it's better to speak English. So, no wonder I just said "Bonjour" at the first time. Wow, she responded with her franch accent ! "Bonjour" With the unclear 'r' that she pronounced.
She said,"Assalamu'alaikum". I answered her,"wa'alaikumsalam". She could speak English. She asked me about my school."Do you like to be here?" I just answer,"yes". But she asked me furthermore,"Yes or no ?" Ohh, actually I didn't care such as this question. So, I just answer "sometimes no." When she asked "why ?" I said that sometimes I become bored because of many homeworks here. And so on. We said goodbye then because me and my friend should went down to our class.
I was too excited. I was afraid that I couldn't control my emotion. When I was already in my class, I told my friends. They were happy too because I was happy. Moreover, she came to my class with my teachers. Cici, my friend supported me to come to her. Of course, I came to here. She still remembered me ! Yeah, we met again. She gave her nice smile to me. At that time, resemble like before, she asked my about my class,"What is the different your class then the other?" Well, I think, my class only has one particular thing : using technology more often. But I answered the different way,"Our class is based on technology". She was in my class for a short time. Then, we would left. But it seemed I had a good reaction based on my mood and mind. I like french, so that was a chance for me. I stopped her. "Excuse-me" "Do you live in France ?". If I could, I would said," Excusez-moi. Vous habitez en France?" Then she responded ,"yes". Oh my god ! I became happier. I told her," I like french and I have an intention to go there." What a great respond ! She said,"If you come to Paris, visit me. may I have your e-mail ? So I can send you an e-mail about Paris." "OK", directly I wrote my e-mail in a piece of paper. I also made sure that I wrote my e-mail right. It's useless if I give my wrong e-mail.
So, I gave it to her. And said, "Merci beaucoup" (Thank you very much) She responded, "de rien"(you're welcome). Alhamdulillah, that's a great meeting with a sister who lives is Paris ! I can have more foreign friends :)