My Mother’s Hand

by Denise Greenaway

Юлія Дубина

My mother’s hand rests on the shopping basket

Beside me.

So many memories: pegging washing, slicing tomatoes,

Pouring tea, turning pages, reaching for chocolate.

For years I have seen it, held it, stroked it,

Knowing every inch of it.

I’ve grown into it, my mother’s hand,

It fits like a glove,

Now that I wear it.

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Denise Greenaway is an Australian psychologist, author, mother and advocate for girls and women. Her clinical experience in body image and eating disorders, culminated in her novel, Finding Artemisia: a journey into ancient women’s business. Recently she launched her memoir from Grief to Grace in Ubud, Bali.