DEAR ANCESTOR Your tombstone stands amoung 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 amoung 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. Author Unknown.