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Proud descendant of Confederate Soldiers!|
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'd 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.
Perhaps you aren't ready yet to have to say good-bye…Perhaps you've thought of things you wish you'd said. Well, so have I. For one thing, I have told you not to worry about me…I'm with the Lord in Heaven now; you knew that's where I'd be. I'm sorry that you're feeling sad, for I am so happy now…I've asked the Lord to ease the hurt and comfort you somehow. It's hard in the beginning, but I know you'll make it through. I hope it helps to know that I'll be waiting here for you.