Your tombstone stands among the restNeglected and aloneThe name and date are chiseled outOn polished marble stoneIt reaches out to all who careIt is too late to mournYou did not know that I existYou died and I was bornYet each of us are cells of youIn flesh, in blood and boneOur blood contracts and beats a pulseEntirely not our ownDear Ancestor, the place you filledOne hundred years agoSpreads out among the ones you leftWho would have loved you soI wonder if you lived and lovedI wonder if you knewThat someday I would find this spotAnd come to visit you