when I breathe
and take in the scent
of fresh bread
when I rub menthol
on my child's
small chest
when I hear laughter
tinkling even through
a crowded room
I am surrounded by
mymother
her hands now smoothed
by life and care
she touches me
even thousands of miles away
but ever close
cuddled closer
as the years pass
and I become
the parent
and she the child
Excerpt
A fine international collection of poetry from around the world. This anthology includes the winners, honourable mentions and runner ups from the No Love Lost contest as well as work from the award winning contest judge, Linda Rogers.
