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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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|Randy Baisden||Mary Belle and Jed Meade|
Hello, Mary Belle Meade was my great grandmother also. I would love to share stories and photos if you have any. I went to Whitehouse, KY. a few weeks ago in search of the grave sites. I didnt have much luck. Do you know where they are? thank you, Randy Baisden
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