It is morning at Victoria House.
Early morning sun brings new hope.
Dogs bark –
demanding their first walk of the day.
Birds chirp out their hello’s.
But,
as this new day begins,
there is something sinister in the air.
Its presence was felt
during the night before.
The peaceful sleep
of the inhabitants of this dwelling
was disturbed by something unexplainable.
There is something
in the shadows
just before dawn.
With the first ray of light
its secret is revealed.
It is the dawning of
your 61st birthday.
dedicated to Mark Lichtenstein
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem