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If You Could See Your Ancestors
by Nellie Randall
If you could see your ancestors
All standing in a row,
Would you be proud of them or not?
Or don't you really know?
Some strange discoveries are made
In climbing family trees.
And some of them, you know,
Do not particularly please.
If you could see your ancestors
All standing in a row,
There might be some of them perhaps
You shouldn't care to know.
But here's another question
Which requires a different view -
If you could meet your ancestors
Would they be proud of you?
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 your grave,
and come to visit you.
Author Unknown.
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