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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And THIS is the creed I hope to live by:
If you could see your ancestors
All Standing in a row,
Would you be proud of them?
Or, don't you really know?
Strange discoveries are made
In climbing family trees
And some of them, you know,
Do not particularly please.
If you could see you ancestors
All standing in a row
There might be some of them
You wouldn't care to know.
But, there's another question
Which requires a different view---
If you could meet your ancestors
Would they be proud of you?
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