Dear Ancestors, Your tombstone stands among the rest,

Neglected and alone -

The name and date are chiseled out of old stone.

It reaches out to all those who care.

It is too late to mourn for you.

You did not know that we exist.

You died before we were ever born.

Yet, in each of us are cells of you --- our flesh, our blood, our bone.

Our heart contracts and beats a pulse that solely is not our own.

Dearest Ancestor, the place you filled so many years ago

Reaches out and touches the ones you left, who would have loved you so.

We wonder how you lived and loved.

We wonder if you knew ...

That someday we would find this spot, and come and talk with you.