PFINGSTROSEN

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
-Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet-

An unexpected short trip took my family and me to Wolfsburg in the north of Germany.

Erna Schlimper, *28.05.1926  +11.05.2016

deinen 90. Geburtstag wollten wir feiern
urenkel, enkel, kinder… zum reisen bereit
nur in schwarz

üppig gefüllte blütenkörbe in rot schattierungen
sammeln trauer ein, teilen lächeln aus, denn
deine jahresblätter fallen gereift in den mai

beim gang zum grab überrascht der Wald
des friedhofs mit vogelgezwitscher
und hoffnungsgrün – lobe den herren

pfingstrosen auf deinem sarg

– a poem by kw

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