I came across the poem ‘Dear Ancestor’ and I think is quite fitting so I thought I would share this image with you.
Unfortunately I have not been able to track the author and they remain unknown.
The poem itself is below;
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and the date are chiseled out on polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who cares
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I existed
You died before I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and 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 and loved, I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.