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| Dear Ancestor |
| 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 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 |
