Dear Ancestor:
Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone.
The anme and date are chiseles out
on polished marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care,
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that i exist.
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you,
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats and pulse,
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled,
So many years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved.
I wonder if you know
That someday I would find this spot
and come to visit you
-Author Unknown-

Dear Ancestor:
Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone.
The anme and date are chiseles out
on polished marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care,
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that i exist.
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you,
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats and pulse,
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled,
So many years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved.
I wonder if you know
That someday I would find this spot
and come to visit you
-Author Unknown-