Mother’s Hands
written by: Anna Banasiak
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.
Anna Banasiak
I'm a poet, literary critic and occupational therapist. My poems have been published in New York, London, Surrey, Australia, Canada, India, Africa, Japan, Israel. I'm interested in art and psychology.
Latest posts by Anna Banasiak (see all)
- Mother’s Hands - January 25, 2019
- Dream - November 24, 2018
- Birds - September 6, 2018
