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.
I post information and photos so we can learn, share and remember those before us. If you wish to manage any listing that I have posted it would be my pleasure to pass it on to you.
YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO USE ANY PHOTOS THAT I HAVE TAKEN AND POSTED TO FIND A GRAVE.
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