Family dies, but
their roots live on, keep folding --
and rippling the ground.
Familie gaat dood,	Familie stirbt,
hun wortels blijven leven --	die Wurzeln leben weiter --
en plooien de grond.	prägen den Boden.

Poem H5594
Amsterdam, 2025-06-08
An empty bottle rests between the furrows (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2011
Poem "Een lege fles rust tussen de voren", collection "De steen vreest mij" ("The stone fears me")
Collection: Death on Cast
Keyword: Family: relatives 
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen