Refugee week - Estelle

This poem is written by Estelle, and is her contribution to this year’s theme ‘Our Home’. Estelle works as RAMFEL as an immigration caseworker, but also has her own personal lived experience of the immigration system.

Our Home

Our home is a little house,
Not too tall, nor too small.
It is not shy nor loud,
It makes friends with the leaves and talks to the tree.
Our people are our pride and joy,
We are happy with what they have become.
Our home is your home, a home filled with love and joy.
A home with the same blood,
A home with peace and love.
A place where Mum is Queen and Dad is King,
A place where everyone is heard and seen.
Sharing laughter’s, smiles and hugs,
While enjoying tasty cuisine and drinks.
A home without heartrate nor discrimination,
We have been through wars and thorns but now we rest and enjoy our lives.
We are one family and gladly receiving praise through others testimony.
A home where no one is rich nor poor,
A home where no one is white nor black.
A home where no one is strong nor weak,
A home where equality leads.
A home where everyone belongs,
A home of refuge.