IN MEMORY OF DAD —————-
You were my bird
And my butterfly
Yoy were sunbeam
My star
You were nice dream
Nightmare sometime
You were to short
In fact
To offten you had
To be silent
Too late I know now
Why it
In country of fooling
Deceiving, it’s hard
To want to be man
Libertine
You wanted our world
Was different better
But didn’t you have
This strenght
They were afraid
Such like you
They took away
Your child
When were you dying
Our daddy, my bird
God has come, freed
Your heart
Lit up a smile
Your soul, your face
Lighthing was striking
In sky
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I have lived in Poland since I was born. I am a graduate of the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, Psychology.
I worked as a psychologist with children and adolescents. Now she works with terminally ill people. For years he has been painting pictures, composing music and above all writing. I write poems, short stories, essays and fairy tales for children