Dear Ancestor:
Your tombstone stands among the rest
neglected and alone
The name and date have worn off
The weathered marble stone
It reaches out to all who care.
It's now to late to mourn
You did not know that I'd exist
You died....and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our hearts contract and beat a pulse
entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
Some hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder how you lived and loved.
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this place
And come to visit you.

Unknown

Dear Ancestor:
Your tombstone stands among the rest
neglected and alone
The name and date have worn off
The weathered marble stone
It reaches out to all who care.
It's now to late to mourn
You did not know that I'd exist
You died....and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our hearts contract and beat a pulse
entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
Some hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder how you lived and loved.
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this place
And come to visit you.

Unknown