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 TOO 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.
Author Unknown