“Kırık Kanat” was the title of it
the first book i can remember our mom giving us
“Broken Wing”
about a family falling apart
a bird with a broken wing seeking to extend its life
on their one-room home’s only window’s ledge
at the ground level befitting their income’s edge
as if to enable the little beauty one more flight
i read it again and again
have you by any chance ever
mom’s copy is with me
i kept it all along
would she cry as hard now if she knew
how miserably apart you and i grew
her only two
i am different that is true
have walked the path of mess
hurting others though with no intent
honing learned flaws i’d rather live without
but no more than you
not even once have i aimed at loving you
under this or that condition
i just loved
respecting
admiring
trusting
not anymore
the wing intact also broke from its core
7.25.2015
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