oh you dear little one
with gorgeous hope-eyes
which of them was robbed from you
ever so abruptly cruelly
in blood-chilling monstrosities
your mother or your father
maybe both
you are in hunger pains i know and as thirsty
as those war mongers’ obsession to slay
yet so helpless as they never seem to be
my entire being is craving
to cradle you into my body
back to your somewhat safe times
to sing to you inside all my insides
with the hope for a sedating deep sleep
to send you to your innocent dreams
so that they become you
or you them
i have just fetched
my dried-out mother’s milk
it will pour for i have willed it so
nourishing not only your tiny half-cut frame
but also the brutally smashed shards of your heart
an uncut diamond shattered before you were born
your wingless soul introduced itself to me
she too is invited to our feast
as for your angel-spirit
she was meant to fly up on high
so i let her free she now soars
above and beyond the sky
tucked in safely
in her safe haven
please don’t you crawl away in a rush
i do not want you to go there
not yet anyway
i am told
i am good at make-believe . . .
you can tell me how i did
when you and i once again meet
a deserved life of marvels is planted on your path
don’t you ever mind the vulgar stench of the killers
when compared . . .
(if such linking were sane
the scent that our dead and dying ooze
makes envious the newest blooms of the Sweet Pea
sleep my still unnamed little angel
sleep angelically as only you can do
my all-loving heart
and my determined mind
will know how to soothe
my for long unstoppable-y wailing soul
so that my mother-hands can knit
your receiving-blanket into an armor
invisible to the sadistic human beast
i will lay myself down next to you
i promise you i will not leave
until after your last breath . . .
you will at least face death
not in the hands of Man’s vomited filth
but rather in my love-arms
sleep Mother Earth’s untainted scream
and perhaps just perhaps in a dream
try to forgive me if you can
for all the deeds i could have done
but in my passionate paralysis did not do
and for all the miracles you had hoped i would proclaim
but in my emotive weakness have not done so
all that is anon left in me due to you for you
is the mighty strength to sway you in my womb
until forever onto your wasted pathway you must go
© hülya n. yılmaz (Revised from a 2017 poem and submitted to the international World Healing World Peace Poetry anthology to be published by Inner Child Press in April 2018, marking its fourth biennial publication)
As for this “I”, it still is striving to witness one day
that solely love rules in the world.
hülyaswritings 