Rosary of A Rural Lady

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Photo: A Timorese local woman

You live in a peaceful village

You grow along with the nature, the green mountains

Learn to follow the rules and wisdom of the ancestors.

 

In the morning, the cockcrow of the roosters wake you up

While the sunshine has not risen yet.

You enter the kitchen, lighting up the hearth and it smokes out

Later, a hot pitcher of an aromatic smell of coffee is ready to serve

With some freshly boiled cassava roots

It’s morning already’ So you said to everyone…

 

You live in a hut made of palm leaves and trunk

For your children, it is the most beautiful palace ever

As long as you are always there for them, every day and every night

To shelter your children with love.

 

To the spring fountain, there you go to take the water

Even if it is quite far to walk.

Filling the whole water pot, you carry it on your head

To the farm and rice field you go

To secure the food for your household

With palm leaves, you weave the winnower, mat, and basket

Those items are to contain the goods that belong to your household

 

You live with all your strength to serve

Sometimes you become weak and powerless

Yet still, you rise soon afterward.

 

‘The night is coming…’

So you summon everyone to gather

In a table with an ample of food

You fulfill their hunger, thirst, and fatigue

Then, there you sit still

Listening and seeing them talk

Measuring their mind and soul,

Feeling their burden and relieve.

 

Today has passed away

Yet still you believe that tomorrow is coming

Despite you do know not what it will bring.

You do ask not a lot of things

You do aspire not a high dream

As to you, it is enough

When the future of your children canbe bright

Though someday, you might not be there at all to see it….

Dedicated to Timor-Leste rural mothers…
Vitalia Ze, Dili, October 15,  2014

Little Star

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Here comes the night while both my eyes do not yet fall asleep.

In the muteness of the night, I hereby sit and think about how yesterday we met in a temporary eclipse after we have parted for few weeks due to the different rotation we are running.

Last night, together we accompany each other with the stories of yours and mine.

We had the storybook of McQueen and his friend Mater, which is also your favorite movie, got along with us in our reading together session. However, I was the one who read, whereas you only listened and asked questions.

I hope that you were able to pick some lessons from the storybooks I have read to you.

Then, you lingered yourself into my cuddle during some minutes. Before, I used to love counting the duration of this magical moment from one to five. However, you always forbade me to not counting up until you wanted to release me by yourself.

In fact, if only you know, I never want to release you from this beautiful cuddling. The cuddling from two small arms that are so tight yet always strengthens my heart.

The cuddling that empowers me, when I almost give up.

The cuddling that encourages me when I was afraid.

The cuddling that really warms me up when I feel cold.

O Little Star, this cuddling will remain felt here although my rotation has shifted from you.

I beseech you; let your light continue to shine thus it will shine me within these half distances between us.

Good night, Little Star…

VZ, Dili, March 13th, 2016