Hello all, I received this poem from another mailing list and thought someone on this list might enjoy as I have. Fran Dear Ancestor, Your tombstone stands among the rest, neglected and alone, The name, the date, are chiseled out in weather-beaten stone. It reaches out for all to see, it is too late to mourn, You did not know I would exist, you died and I was born. Yet each of us are part of you, in flesh, in blood, in bone, And in my breast there beats a pulse entirely not my own. Dear ancestor, the space you left those many years ago Is filled today by all of us who would have loved you so. I wonder if you laughed and loved, I wonder if you knew that someday I would find this place and come to visit you.