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
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 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.




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