you are

like a dream

unreal

and fragile

yet stroke me

hug

I will stop for us time

but you in a blink of an eye

tired of coughing

leave so suddenly

in the sleepy existence

I apologize mom

that I do not care about the future

when listening to jazz

I write another poem

I find the desired peace

Dear Poets and readers,I published a book about Mother "lull me lull"?Can You write a few kind words about the book.I'd be delighted.I truly admire Your poetry,Anna Banasiak

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


lull me lull

I

in you

without words

with you

the whole world

is laughing

in memory

always together

lulls

my childhood

without you

there is no us

lull me lull

I

in you

without words

with you

the whole world

is laughing

in memory

always together

lulls

my childhood

without you

there is no us


The Eclipse

Mom

where are you

I’m afraid to be alone

with the shadow

come back, turn on the light

as before

I’ll cuddle you with a scarf

by the lamp

I’ll read

my poems

silence only moth in the jar

fights for life


Cakes

with afternoon tea I come back

to the past

when you were here

we baked apples

with crumble

dog in the kitchen

fawned over you

the smell of baked cabbage

teased everyone

nicely

smelt this time


The Little Mermaid

leaning over me

you read me fairy

sang

lulled to sleep

you saw before me

future fulfilled

today I can return

and ask

why I’m still

your little mermaid

I think about you every night
you are a rising sun
let me fall asleep in Your kisses
waves of nostalgia rustle in the shells
I can't breathe without You
like a fish
captured in the net

The Taste


I come back
to the little ******* a swing
listened to her world
as if whole life
was not mine
the tastes of childhood
the smell of mince pie
jasmine tea happy barking of the dog
mingle in the teaspoon of sugar
we swim with father
immersed in poetry and the sound of crickets
time has stopped
the river exceeds lazy everyday life
it accepts everything
takes the memory of things

the rustle of autumn leaves
lulled cats
cuddled on the porch

under the dark blue sky
full of stars
in the moonlight

I see parents
grandparents' house
burnt by war

listened to the croaking in the pond
the dance of leaves
dreamy

slowly I find myself
in the dark and bright
future