A Poem by Gülten Doğruyol İncesu
MOM Mom, Today I remember my home on your neck In your slim body I heard from dad for the first timeAs head of household about you I thought for days However, our home had three rooms“How can my mom be pillar in three rooms meanwhile”Actually, I couldn’t understand momTo understand my dad’s word that smells of you It’s childhood… When he throws his arm around […]
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