all my beloveds, in my love-line
to be remembered at the core of my being
entering my soul’s depths again one by one
i am trying hard not to feel sad
for their passing to death or to life
surely, they, like i, faced many a strife
but they also were given, like i, many a smile
a sorry excuse for a selfish sense of comfort . . .
have i been loving enough?
have i hugged them with a caring
that had by far surpassed the empirical?
on the road again
if only one more lifetime with them
could knock today on my self’s door . . .
(c) hülya n. yılmaz, February 27, 2019