Dear Ancestor

Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone
It reaches out to all who care
Though tis 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 bloods contracts and beats a pulse
Not entirely our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years 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.

Unknown author