In My Ancestors’ Shoes

Tumski Bridge, Wroclaw/Poland

Coming home seemed to have started the healing process. No longer vivid and garish, the memories seemed to be covered in gossemer, fading behind a curtain of time and forgiveness.

Karen Fowler

One beating heart

Over Breslau’s bridges
Along Wroclaw’s promenades,
I can hear the black birds chirping.
This lush green of this beautiful city
has captured my heart.
A loving heart that has kept everything together.
It was here where my big granny grew up from a girl into a woman. Now it is two generations on.
And it is here where it feels like home.

This feeling spreads intensely in my heart.

“I am here, big granny! I am here with you!”

I know I am that daughter you had always wanted but were not gifted with. As your grand-daughter I brought us home.
There where the love will always remain,
When we walk over Breslau’s bridges – along Wroclaw’s promenades.

DD, May 2023

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