“Why we Search” Unknown Author Your tombstone
stands among the rest Neglected and alone. The name and date
have worn off The weathered marble
stone. It reaches out to
all who care. . . It’s now too late
to mourn, You did not know
that I’d exist; You died…and I was
born. Yet each of us are
cells of you: In flesh, in blood,
in bone, Our Hearts contract
and beat a pulse, Entirely not our own Dear Ancestor, the
place you filled Some hundred years
ago, Spreads out among
the ones you left Who would have loved you so. I wonder how you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew That someday I would find this place |