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Contributed by Mary Simpson Crosby

Dear Ancestor

Your tombstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marble stone.

It reaches out to all who care,
It’s not too late to 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 heart contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.

Dear ancestor, the place you filled
So many years ago,
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.

I wonder if you laughed and loved,
I wonder if you knew,
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.

Edited by Mary Simpson Crosby
Author Unknown

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