Ilona wrote and read these beautiful poems at the My Ancestors were French Refugee Week workshop at Creator College…
Heart
Emotional mirror
Squeezed so tight
Will it ever recover?
Shattered
Forget your mother tongue
And accept strange sounds as yours
No choice left for you
Three Word Poem – The Air
The plain lands
And doors open
The air here
Smells so different
Vast flowery meadows
Lively smelly farms
Bread just baked
All is missing
Instead of all
Smog and dust
And fish shops…
So very strange
Why would you
Leave all this
And swap it
To such uncomfort?
“Some things happen
Time to go.
Try to find
Eager for experience”
Letters
Through the door
They pop inside
To make me
So very happy
“We send you
All our love
Just stay strong
‘Til the end”.
Every single postman
Bringing the letter
Made every morning
So much bearable.
Then the letters
Slowly got rarer
‘I’m still here!
I still remember!’
No more letters
To fill me
With home strength
For the end.
Yet, can’t stop
Thus I’m made
To find strength
Closer to me.
Ilona Urbikaite
