Parents
and, perhaps, their parents
Frequent
in my thoughts post their deaths.
Only
their photos hang on my walls.
It’s
their tombs I visit since then.
Uncles
and aunts are forgotten,
Once dead,
for such remembrances.
Children
and, perhaps, their children
Would
keep me in thought post my death.
Only
they would hang my photo.
It’s
they who will visit my tomb.
Brothers
and sisters are nowhere
With
such remembrance post my death.
Have
these in mind when you apportion
To
your progeny in the end.
09.06.2013
No comments:
Post a Comment