POEM 1 - What Is It's Message?
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,
But it's too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died 'fore I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our hearts contract and beat a pulse
Not entirely all 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 how you lived and loved,
And if you ever knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you.


- Anonymous