Don’t be angry/why did you scold?

a free verse poem on a hurt child and a sad mother!

mom: you are that cool breeze, healing the sorrow of my eyeballs, you are the towel of sunshine wiping the dawn’s wetness, you are the swing to my broken heart, you help me sail through my sea of tears, your fingers are the one that touches my soul, you are that ray of moonlight that reaches my thatched hut, how can you be so angry at me?

son: you are the shadowy branches, saving me from the sun, you are my umbrella from the incessant rainfall of my eyes, you are the foamy waves that touch my sandy shore, you are the river of moon rays falling on my dark sea of dreams, how can you scold the jewel of your eyes?

mom: come back, come back to me, my lap miss your presence on it, my hands miss caressing your hair, my eyes miss seeing your beady eyes, my voice miss calling out your name, a mother’s soul misses her only child,

even if for a few minutes!

son: call me back, why don’t you call me back, i miss sitting on your laps, i miss your fingers caressing my hair, my eyes miss seeing your motherly face, my ears miss you calling my name, a son’s soul misses her mother,

even if for a few minutes!

Thanks to Dr. Mehmet Yildiz, and all the editors at Illumination for sheltering a lot of my poems!