To the memory of my parents.
Upon completion of the writing of my book I have decided to dedicate it to my parents. Their stories were part of our lives since I can remember. I did not want it to just be a one-line dedication, therefore, I decided to use a part of a poem that I wrote a few years ago. I wrote this poem as a reflection of my life back in the old country of Poland and my new home, Canada.
The first part of the poem reflects very much the older generation of my parents growing up in a country that put a lot of emphasis on history, heroes of the past, remembering the dead and holding on to traditions.
Using this stanza as a dedication to my parents made the book “Shades of Betrayal” complete. I hope that you would agree with me once you have read the book.
Born deeply rooted, soaked in the memory of generations
Walked the streets painted with the patina of centuries
Touched the imperishable walls of old buildings
Dreamed in gardens under the majestic trees
Rested in the grass smelling of heroes’ blood
Walked cemeteries with forefathers’ souls in the tombs
Listened to whispers of strength, love, and death
Dreams of new land, new gardens, new life
Diverse, yet beautiful, young but strong
Buildings so high, reaching to the sky
Streets of windows and colours where all belong
New land inviting, waiting to explore
Home bright and thriving with lightness and love
Roots coiling deep from the saplings of old