DEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands
among the rest.
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are
chiseled out
On polished marble and
stone.
It reaches out to all who
care
It is too 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 and forty
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
The preceding poem was forwarded to the SCV Dispatch by Richard Lockhart, a member of SCV Camp 1694.
Mr Lockhart wrote:
"Gentlemen, I came upon this poem a couple of years ago. While revising my book I found it again. I thought I would share it with you. It always made me think of my Confederate ancestors. The author is unknown."
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