i have been lulling my soul
to a sleep these days
i cannot decide
if my photo gallery
is a friend or a foe anymore
i memorize them time and time again
each picture ages you, Toruncanlarım,
so fast that i ache deep inside
for missing out on your heavenly smiles,
your whole-body “Grandma!” shouts,
your precious little feet, hurrying
to take my heart out in its yearning,
on its joy-dance with you two once more
amid your purity-scented hugs and kisses
and out-of-this-world sunshine-smiles
i have been lulling my soul
to a sleep these days
that i may wake up
to our olden times
and rejoice
(c) hülya n. yılmaz, April 10, 2019
[Photo Credit: My Daughter; Date: December 2013, right after my grandson’s birth. In this picture, he is resting on my shoulder . . . cut out of my respect for their privacy. As for my granddaughter, her birth happened so suddenly that I lack any pictures with her at the similarly early stages of her life. My poem is for and to both of them.]
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