Dear Ancestor Your tombstone stands among the rest; Neglected and alone, The name and date are chiseled out On polished marbled stone. It reaches out to all who care It is 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 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. Author Unknown YOU ARE MY ANCESTOR As I stand, gazing at your crumbling tomb, that is, amidst so many more of long ago Your name engraved in marbled stone is barely seen /visible, but yet it reaches out to those who care,
You are mine, I have found you I feel you presence near, I feel you in my bones. Your blood is my blood, your cells are my cells, And each of us are part of you. Your spirit lives in my heart and soul.
I wonder if you'd ever dreamt that someday I would find this spot, and stand and pray And how I'd feel today as I touch this weathered stone
I, who would have loved you so, know it is to late to mourn. as you have lived so many years ago
I know who you are, and where you were born Who you loved and when you married. I've often wondered how you lived and died,
You would never have known that I would live, To see your grave and sigh for you and yours had died long before I was here today.
We, your family who now live, know that you would be proud today to know there is one of us that is called to tell the family story and make us live again, and to know that you'd approve Author Unknown Html By Ayesha @ Land Of Backgrounds2 Assembled By "Tazzie" | | | | | | |
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