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.
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