Somerset

Churchyards and  Cemeteries

Your tombstone stands out amongst the rest,
neglected and alone,
The name and date are chiseled out
in polished marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care,
it is too late to mourn
You did not know that I’d exist,
you died and I was born.
Yet each of us is cells of you
in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our heart contracts, and beats a pulse,
entirely not our own.
Dear ancestor, the place you filled
one hundred years ago
spreads out amongst 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 spot,
and come and visit you.

(author unknown)