Dear Ancestor
Your tombstone stands among the rest.. Neglected and alone. The name and date chiseled out on weathered sandstone, It reaches out to all who cares, It is to late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist 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 so many years ago, spread out among the ones you left, Who would have loved you so.
I wonder as you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew, that someday I would find this spot and come to visit you
Author Unknown
Kenny D. Anderson Sr {1998}
