A man of forty five
looks to the mirror
a boy of eight looks back
a hand reaches the medicine
cabinet but a much smaller hand
reflects back
the boy had disappeared
for a while, the reflection
became a shell
Perhaps the boy had fallen
into the medicine cabinet
or into a well
the man tried hard to find him
searched inside a book
the boy had always been
in his soul
and only of late did the man
know where to look
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem