i heared slamming refrigerator door
clinking of glass stirred by spoon
dripping water from elongated faucet
simmering bacon on small hotplate
it is morning for early birds getting ready
a ritual being done, maybe centuries
garage door opening to early world
darkness still the master of the moment
light is everybody's friend to journey
a hug and kiss to little ones still in jamies
a peek on a cheek to an overgrown girl
and off to battle the ills of humanity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem