by Anna Banasiak   Dec 29, 2018

fleeing shadow is afraid of loneliness
looking for heat
purrs in the arms of mother

on the run loses clues
confuses dates and time
twist numbers
in the waiting room of life

in the ball of memories
intently weaves each day
as if it were the last


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  • 1 year ago

    by Daniel

    Sweet poem. I loved the metaphor :)

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Anna, I always enjoy reading your pieces. This is no exception. Well done -

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