There is a wall in my house
which I call the wall of love
where on pictures written
is my road to adulthood.
This wall is like a foundation
I carry in my heart around the world
to be able to recreate an enclave
where happiness lives.
My home is a peaceful dream
which regenerates my body
from the state of war
which so many experienced.
Home is my shelter
safe and imperishable
here I dreamt up a dream
and the belief it was possible.
Eyes of my home - windows
watched the stars in the sky
reflected afterglow
helped me look into myself.
Beautiful and warm thoughts
enter without knocking
nothing will ever cross them out
they built my convictions.
Doors wide open
to harm and need
my parents' caring hands
when sorrow bothers.
My family home
is a gift
enriching my life.
It always is there with me.
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Marcel Grabowiecki
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