DEAR 
ANCESTOR                                                                        
    
Your tombstone stands amoung the rest; 
neglected and alone                                
The name and 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 and 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 
one hundred years ago 
Spreads out amoung 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. 
  

Author Unknown.