DEAR ANCESTOR

                Your tombstone stands among the rest;
                   Neglected and alone.
                The name and date are chiseled out
                   On the faded, mossy 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.

                                   -Unknown- 

POTTER FAMILY REUNION FIRST SUNDAY IN AUGUST
ANNUALLY AT BREAKS INTERSTATE PARK, BREAKS,VA!
PAGE LAST UPDATED JUNE 11, 2000!

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