From stones to velvet

The fire swallowed the furniture

our warm friendly nests

It swallowed the family albums

the books and the love letters

We didn't have the resources

to repair our home

We thought our purpose

was forever lost

Then appeared some people

to whom we barely said hi

They repaired not only our house

but also the lost trust

that those souls still exist
who can turn for us
prickly stones into velvet