***** Forwarded Msg from Patti Woodard <[email protected]> ***** I saw this on another list and just had to share it with everyone (I apologize if you receive this more than once since I'm sending it to several lists). One woman wrote back that she types this poem on the back of 3x5 index cards, long with her name and address, laminates the cards and attaches them to the stems of fake flowers (or flags?) left at each of her ancestors graves. She encourages anyone interested in her idea to feel free to do the same. I, for one, intend to do just that! Maybe a long lost cousin will find it and contact me! ------------- Dear Ancestor 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 saw this poem awhile --Unknown ==== GenSwap Mailing List ==== -------------------------------------------------------------------- John D. Stone [email protected] http://www.erols.com/jdstone Visit the "Latter-day Saints' Resources on the Internet" -------------------------------------------------------------------- "Death is a graduation day and a time of assessment to see what we have become. -- Sterling W. Sill (Ensign, November 1976, page 46) --------------------------------------------------------------------