Bir ömürde hepsi Anne(all in a lifetime)

 Mother

A life time a storm of years fall of months drop of days
The garden morphs dives upward over the decade
Makes you forget all that burden weight
Decorates itself with it's own color
perfumes itself with it's own aroma

regenerating slipping into winter
Pregnant back into the front room
spring's sun moving
two sons growing

She looked up to the man's head hill
Mostly sunset's last slice
and said they should have invented a pill by now
To replace food

I imagined a strange pill
and becoming thinner
Life's expectations are often on the plate
One moment your planning then blam it's fate

Many you've known unreachable now
many too close and some too far away
All in a life time, don't fight the diary
confide in it