Mother Poems Waiting (not in months)

Mother, what month is always like that?
Visible fat round.
Mother, what months are not as powerful as the sun?
Luminous moon, but why the sky is still dark?
Mom, what is the moon so far?
I want to invite the mother to the moon.

Boy, what do you want to see the moon smiling slim?
Mother later show a crescent moon.
Boy, what do you want to sleep in the sweltering?
Moon illuminates us in the deep.
Son, moon is far
and that's nice wanted to take the mother to the moon.
But she wants us to go to higher places.

Oh yeah?
Where, ma'am?
How high?
And how?
Because the rocket or aircraft I have, ma'am.
I'm sorry ...

Boy ...
In which is heaven.
Height is a secret.
The trick is to love your Lord
with all your heart.

Mother waiting.
But not on the moon.

By; Annisa Mauliddina