Of suns and sunflowers

I never doubted

That I would be

The sun to

Your sunflower

Alas

That I am 

Only meant to be

Your sunflower

While you gaze

At another sun 

Whose leisure?

Amazing that

Men 

Who have 

Nothing to talk about

Other than politics

And how drunk they were

In different phases of life

Have all the time

And all the money

To sit around and 

Pontificate

To coffee and cake 

In the morning

And raksi and sitan

In the evening

While the women

Who have 

The entire life

To talk about

Have neither the time

To talk

Nor people to talk with

Let alone the money

To buy coffee and raksi 

Forgiveness

I need to learn from myself 

To forgive people

And talk and laugh with them

In minutes

The way I forgive my daughter

And laugh with her

Immediately after she says

Sorry. Hundaina

And blows me a kiss