Found This on Another Memorial
Dear Ancestor
Your Tombstone Stands among the rest:
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out on
polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all that cared. 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 as you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And Come to visit you.
~ Author Unknown ~
Dear Ancestor
Your Tombstone Stands among the rest:
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out on
polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all that cared. 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 as you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And Come to visit you.
~ Author Unknown ~
Found This on Another Memorial
Dear Ancestor
Your Tombstone Stands among the rest:
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out on
polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all that cared. 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 as you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And Come to visit you.
~ Author Unknown ~
Dear Ancestor
Your Tombstone Stands among the rest:
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out on
polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all that cared. 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 as you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And Come to visit you.
~ Author Unknown ~
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