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Dear Ancestor,Your gravestone stands among the rest; Neglected & alone The name & date are chiseled out On polished, marble stone. It reaches out to all who care It is too late to mourn You did not know that I existed You died & I was born.Yet each of us are cells of you In flesh, in blood, in bone Our Blood contracts & 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 & loved,I wonder if you knew That someday I would find this spot,And come to visit you.Written by: Walter Butler Palmer(1868-1932)Published in " Heart Throbs & Hoof Beats" San Jose, CA, Hills-Murgotten Co, 1922
Dear Ancestor,Your gravestone stands among the rest; Neglected & alone The name & date are chiseled out On polished, marble stone. It reaches out to all who care It is too late to mourn You did not know that I existed You died & I was born.Yet each of us are cells of you In flesh, in blood, in bone Our Blood contracts & 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 & loved,I wonder if you knew That someday I would find this spot,And come to visit you.Written by: Walter Butler Palmer(1868-1932)Published in " Heart Throbs & Hoof Beats" San Jose, CA, Hills-Murgotten Co, 1922
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