Your tombstone stands among the rest,

Neglected and alone

The name and date are chiselled out,

On polished marbled stone

It reaches out to all who care

It is too late 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 somday I would find this spot

And come to visit you.