ten thousand
nautical miles away
an old woman
is asking me pictures
of Disneyland
and i sent her so many
pictures of Minnie
and mickey
and the rest of the
cartooning gangs
for i can sense how
lonely could she be
chatting with me in
facebook
and i have seen her
posts of
a big house with no
one there
and i do not ask where
her children are
or her husband
for he must have died
ahead of her
and there is nothing
left except her
dreams of childhood
the way she used to like
Minnie and mickey
on TV.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem