Mother's Hands
You baked for me the world
smelling of bread of childhood
still warm
from words and emotions
Your hands full of memories
stopped time for me
run out from my poems
I will hide You in dreams
Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2016-02-26 at 14:38
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