Vilmos Zoltan Galyo Poet Free verse

In Hungary

In Hungary

On the train. It’s night. Late at night. I got a late train
Rushing from the airport, then closed one of the central
Train station. Get the metro and bus to the next available
train station. The idea worked. The way to my parents
Thank you for the idea, dear security man at Keleti Railway Station

Home, to my parents’ home, where I come from. Grandparents
Memory, tradition, more, good to arrive at this house, Memory
Unforgettable childhood, laughing with my grandfather, I see him
Fantastic, his garden, and the memory of his life. He taught me to be strong
He was a famous sportsman and revolutionary.  And a poet. I love his memory. 
He sleeping
Living
In the Light

I wrote these words from his earthly home. 08:14 the time. Early sun is yellow. Shiny
He knows my room here. Thank you. My grandfather. I respect you.
I am following you. Your life. Your philosophy. Your guardian angel
But my one is better
Because you are that

Thank you, my life
Good to arrive in your land, house
I keep your memory
In my heart

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sara Etgen-Baker September 21, 2025 at 5:41 PM loved the feeling of remembrance and respect in your poem. I feel the same way about my German descendants who haled from Bremen, Germany.