Your headstone stands among the rest; the beauty to be shown. The name and date are chiseled out On polished, marbled stone. It reaches out to all who care it's 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. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled Many centuries ago Spreads out among the ones you left Who would have loved you so. I wonder how you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew That someday I would find this spot, And come to visit you.