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 to apportion
To your progeny in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem