the sound of cargo train
tooting across the valley
in the middle of the night -
i miss
my father's dearly snore
across the hall.
==========
dad, the entire street
last Christmas
was glowing
except for one house.
the boxes of old lights
were neatly packed,
untouched the entire season -
they missed you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have a great, great big heart. I miss my father's snore too.