DEAR ANCESTOR

Your tombstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiselled out,
unpolished marble stone.
It reaches out to all who cares.
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 bone and in blood.
Our blood contracts and leaks a pulse.
Entirely not our own.
Dear ancestor the place God filled
One hundred years ago,
Spreads out among the ones you left,
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you knew,
That some day I would find this spot,
And come and visit you.

Author Unknown

c/o M.E. ELLIS (nee Staton)