For The Memory of My Mom

I lost my mother more than ten years ago, she died at the age of 59 from blood cancer. She was an extraordinary lively person, tried to be happy and optimistic what ever the conditions were. She loved to swim, wander in the rain, travel and read.

Our house was full of books.

As a graduate of American Literature, she had many English books in her library and made me love reading. We used to translate some American and English poems with her just for fun ( I thought so when I was in the middle school but now I realize, we translated poetry so that I could improve my English)

For her memory in this lens I will write about the writers, poems and poets she loved.

We read the wuthering heights of Emily Bronte, Jane Eyre of Charlotte Bronte and poems of Anne Bronte with my mother.

I used to think about three girls living in a personage with their father and writing Gothic books. I wondered how they could write so intensively.

Jane Eyre is one of my favorite books and I read it again and again from time to time..

"Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs."

Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

Why Jane Eyre is a classic?

Mom liked to walk among the Judas trees in Bosporus in May. Judas Tree is Erguvan in Turkish. We have many poems about Erguvan time in Istanbul. When a tree turns purple one morning, know that spring is in the air. This is all the more delightful in Istanbul, where the fragrance of the Judas tree is never far away. Edip Cansever in his poems writes that Istabul is 'empire of erguvan'. According to Orhan Veli, it is a word that can drive a person insane.