It is the day
before Christmas
over here in Vietnam.
It is the rainy season.
No one
appears to be cheerful.
There are no decorations
lighting up the night.
No Christmas trees
in the huts
with presents
underneath
them.
It does not snow
in Vietnam.
Somehow,
it just doesn't
feel
like Christmas.
(12-24-1968)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem