Who Are They? Poem by Ayhan Diril

Like a bunch of freshly plucked flowers,
Gifts of the nature, abundant rain showers.
Known to carry fresh spring-scented clouds.
Without them we would be lost in crowds.

When the doors are opened after a long day.
The tired faces forget the burning sun in the sky.
Twinkling stars are offered to you in the nest.
Fragrant food is cooked, so delicious and blessed.

A gentle touch is the best cure for your wound.
They are the queens, but not officially crowned.
We would be half without them, no eyes would shine.
They are the bridal arches on our hearts to twine.