Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone.
The name and date have worn off
The weathered marble stone.
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 you so.
I wonder how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this place
And come to visit you.