Anna Banasiak


Mother's Hands - Poem 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.

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2016


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