Your tombstone stands among the rest neglected and
The name and date have worn off the weathered marble
It reaches out to all who care. It's now too late to mourn
You did not know that I'd exist, you died... and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you in flesh in blood in bone.
Our hearts contract and beat a pulse entirely not our own.
Dear ancestor, the place you filled some hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left who would have loved
I wonder how you lived and loved. I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this place. And come to visit