Part One
Kathleen looked at Katy. 'Today Willow Ate:
Spikes of Heather on a bed of golden feathers,
Drops of dew from a ruby spoon, weathered,
Fresh Shamrocks, infused with raindrops, well-tossed,
Several bowls brimming with rainbow broth.
That was breakfast! Willow is well-nourished.'
'Say it! I'm FAT! ' Willow said with a flourish.
Kathy said, 'Don't worry, in Ireland
We'll solve it, in Ireland so grand! '
Kathleen said, 'Katy, you can't go back yet.
Now don't fret, there's a problem to be met.
You helped the old lady save her garden.
All the fairies applauded! Do it again.
In our fairy circle in Ireland,
We heard children crying in this land.
It came to us across the miles, sharp, clear.
Frightened, they cried inside their hearts, in fear.
It's coming from the detention center below.
It's hard to bear, hearing them all cry so!
Katy, please go find out what can be seen,
And take Willow. She needs a change of scene.'
The two fairies changed into butterflies,
Flew between the bars and followed the cries.
Tears dried on their cheeks, too frightened to speak,
The little ones only whispered inside, sad and bleak.
'Mama, Papi! ' But the parents weren't there.
They were in a part of the building, past the stairs.
A rotund man, manicured, shaved, well-dressed,
Paced in front of them, hair well-cut, pants pressed,
'Put name tags on all, parents and children, too! '
'Warden, the parents are upset. They want you
To bring them their children or they'll sue.'
'Get those name tags on them. They'll sue? POOH! '
Willow appeared behind him, dressed just like him.
She mimicked him, and his movements, fussy, prim.
Katy taped a sign (being careful not to nudge)
On his back, 'OH FUDGE! HERE COMES THE JUDGE! '
The children's eyes began to brim with merriment.
Only the children saw her. Gently she hushed them.
The Warden said, 'Take all these children to bed.'
'Please, it's Christmas Eve, ' a small boy said.
'How will Santa Claus know where we are? '
A girl cried, 'How will he get through those bars? '
He said, 'Santa comes to good children, not bad.'
Katy almost cried, the children looked so sad!
But Willow changed into a huge butterfly,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely fascinating. Praise for your rich imagination. Warm regards, Sandra