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 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
My dear ancestor, the place you filled one hundred years ago,
spreads among the ones you left, who would have loved you so...
I wonder if you knew that someday I would find this spot... and come to visit you.
Author Unknown
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 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
My dear ancestor, the place you filled one hundred years ago,
spreads among the ones you left, who would have loved you so...
I wonder if you knew that someday I would find this spot... and come to visit you.
Author Unknown