The end can come much quicker than we think.
Faces become blurred and family becomes
Unrecognizable. After this, memories keep
Oneself contained. The individual stops
All support for oneself: no desire for food
Nor water. They do what they can, but
We know the end result. One week passes, the
Family meets and takes the long ride behind the hearse,
To their final resting place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem