Your tombstone stands among the rest
      Neglected and Alone.
      The name and date are chiseled 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, in blood, in bone.
      Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
      Entirely not our own.
      Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
      So many ye
      ars 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.