Received this from a cousin in West Virginia, who got interested in genealogy after I picked her brain on one of the Family Trees I was working on, thought you might agree. I didn't write the poem, but have often had the same thoughts when tromping through these old cemeteries where my ancestors are buried. I'm sure you probably have too. Anna Mae Dear Ancestor Your tombstone stands among the rest Neglected and alone The name and date are chiselled out On polished marble 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 and blood and 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. Author Unknown