Your tombstone stands amoung the rest;
neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished , marbled 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 amoung 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.