PLEASE feel free to repost. I found this posted by Anonymous Child.

~~~IN MEMORY OF AN ANCESTOR FROM LONG AGO~~~
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and the date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care,
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist,
You died Before I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you,
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse,
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled,
A long, long time 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 knew.
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
Poem written by: Walter Butler Palmer

PLEASE feel free to repost. I found this posted by Anonymous Child.

~~~IN MEMORY OF AN ANCESTOR FROM LONG AGO~~~
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and the date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care,
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist,
You died Before I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you,
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse,
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled,
A long, long time 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 knew.
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
Poem written by: Walter Butler Palmer