a mother’s and a grandmother’s love on one hand,
romantic love on the other . . .
uncertain is my remaining time
just like every breathing soul
nevertheless, i am nearby yet far away
yearning for them day by day
neglecting my little family
i am not whole, for i am not wholly there
neglecting my beloved
i am not whole, for i am not wholly there
torn in-between
(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 2.4.2020