Dear Ancestor
            Your Headstone stands among the rest,
            Neglected and alone
            The name and date are chiseled out
            On polished,marble stone.
            It reaches out to all who cares
            It is to 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 are 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.         A Beautiful Poem