Typewriter Series #47 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the beautiful and amazing women I am so blessed to know as Mother’s in my life. You inspire me, challenge me and make me a better version of me, just by being the exact versions of you, you cannot help but be.
You
who breathed life into a hollow place
and stood tall and proud
as it was filled and stretched
with the sound of a new heartbeat.
Who held the hands that swam
inside you and watched the first
of many cords be cut but smirked
at the realization that some
between you and those you carried
will never be severed.
You
who frosted the cakes and stirred the
oats and blew on the spoons when
too much heat swirled upon them.
Who told the stories and read the books
and filled in the details with the voices
and sounds of magic and mystery;
who put herself last, always last so
so many others could understand the way
it feels to be first. Who grew tears in
her eyes but never let them fall.
You
who sang the alphabet and packed the lunch
and killed the spiders and fastened the
seatbelts and washed the dishes and folded
mountains of laundry without ever bothering
to plant her flag at the top to show the world
the effort it takes to survive a day.
Who kissed the scrapes and healed the aches
and always knew what color popsicle would
soothe a throbbing throat the fastest.
You.
The mother, the strongest, most vibrant, and
perfectly beautiful mother, thank you.
Thank you.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Aku Mau Kamu Di Tiapku
Aku mau senyum kamu di tiap esok yang aku punya.
Aku mau tawa kamu di tiap waktu yang kumiliki.
Aku mau mata kamu di tiap hebat yang kulakukan.
Aku mau suara kamu di tiap sunyi yang kuhadapi.
Aku mau tubuh kamu di tiap indah yang kusiapkan.
Aku mau hati kamu di tiap aku tanya hatiku.
Springboks, South Africa
Photograph by Morkel Erasmus, Your Shot
The golden light at dusk and dawn in the Kalahari is amazing and can enhance the mood of a scene greatly. On this particular morning in the Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park, the rising sun was filtered by an ancient forest of camel thorn acacia trees, with a herd of springbok gazelles in attendance to complete the scene.
So after, when he wishpers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”
(Source: youknowyoureahungergamesfanwhen)
Rindu
Rasakan rinduku malam ini, bercampur menjadi satu dalam oksigen yang kau hirup, sayang.
Biarkan hangatnya memeluk tidurmu, agar kau berselimut rindu.
Embun di jendelamu pagi nanti, itu rinduku yang menjelma.
Tuk sejukkan hatimu, saat kau membuka mata.
Ketika ragaku terlalu sulit untuk hadir bersamamu.
Sayangku akan selalu ada, menemani langkahmu.
Doaku kan menjagamu.
Dan aku, akan selalu rindu.
Bahkan saat matamu mengunci pandanganku.
