i've paid my dues

now two losses tonight. one makes you wipe a tear away and give an imaginary hug to those overgrown men--them in their beauty and in their childish loveliness--them in their sorrow and in their silence--them in their unity--them in you possession of them as becoming the 'ersan' 'kerem' 'omer' of your living room forgetting all about personal boundaries and age differences--them i embraced with a god given motherhood that comes with being a woman despite age and wisdom--





the other loss? i don't know. it's lonesome. it reminds you of a man with blue eyes looking into the distance losing a war he himself had fought by himself.