How much I miss the English language.
For years I lived in a country in which
English was my private world
Where I taught my children the language of my youth
Where I laughed at the jokes that did not make it into the translation
Where I believed that one day I would again feel at home
In a country in which English was spoken as the main language.
What a shock it was to return to the United States
And to discover that English no longer rules
To find that the language I knew is barely understood
To hear a street patois I can scarcely comprehend
And to hear other tongues that I understand not at all
Being spoken all around me in great abundance.
It seems that in my absence, the country has changed
And it is now my fate to remain an eternal expatriate
For all time to come, with English being only a souvenir
From a time long past, recorded only in publications
And spoken on rare occasions by persons in the media
And when necessary, by persons in the government as well.