Dear Ancestor,Your tombstone stands among the rest;neglected and aloneThe name and date are chiseled outon polished, marbled stoneIt reaches out to all who careIt is too late to mournYou did not know that I'd existYou died and I was born.Yet each of us are cells of youin flesh, in blood, in bone.Our blood contracts and beats a pulseentirely not our own.Dear Ancestor, the place you filledone hundred years agoSpreads out among the ones you leftwho would have loved you so.I wonder if you lived and loved,I wonder if you knewThat someday I would find this spot,and come to visit you.-Author Unknown

Dear Ancestor,Your tombstone stands among the rest;neglected and aloneThe name and date are chiseled outon polished, marbled stoneIt reaches out to all who careIt is too late to mournYou did not know that I'd existYou died and I was born.Yet each of us are cells of youin flesh, in blood, in bone.Our blood contracts and beats a pulseentirely not our own.Dear Ancestor, the place you filledone hundred years agoSpreads out among the ones you leftwho would have loved you so.I wonder if you lived and loved,I wonder if you knewThat someday I would find this spot,and come to visit you.-Author Unknown