Slippers, apple cores
Plump, warm – her brown eyes sparkle
My pillar of strength.
Soldiers and cold boots
Steal sausages from the poor
My mother, a girl.
‘Moja Olenia’
Laughter and funny voices
My mother, my world.
by Alexandra Betkowska
Slippers, apple cores
Plump, warm – her brown eyes sparkle
My pillar of strength.
Soldiers and cold boots
Steal sausages from the poor
My mother, a girl.
‘Moja Olenia’
Laughter and funny voices
My mother, my world.
by Alexandra Betkowska
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