The sound of water flowing,
The wind blowing among the wheat;
the breath of the wind;
my best friend laugh;
the music of calm rain.
The smells of imagined scents
that fill me with anticipation.
The smell of my child;
the smell of the wet land
feed me with anticipation.
The tastes providing me with warmth;
the warm bread, the honey, the cocoa.
Anastasia Karavasileiou
The touch that brings me joy is the touch of my baby’ s hands,
the touch of my cat, the caress of my mate.
The sights of my memories that bring me back
are my daughter’s and my mother’s face.