My Ancestors

Your headstone stands among the rest,
neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out,
and details unknown.

It reaches out to all who care,
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 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 know.
That someday, I would find this spot,
and come to visit you.

author Unknown

(please e.mail me if you know who the author is, so I can give them credit)

My daughter Jane My daughter Jane visiting the family grave at Rath, Tralee, Co. Kerry. Matt at grave of ancestors Matt, standing at the grave site of our Foley/O'Sullivan/Healy/Doyle ancestors, at Rath Cemetery, Tralee, Co. Kerry. Etta at grave if ancestors Etta, standing at the gravesite of our Healy ancestors, Rath Cemetery, Tralee Co. Kerry.