My History

A tombstone stands amongst the rest Neglected and alone The name and date chiseled out On polished marbled stone It reaches our for someone to care Is it too late to mourn I did not know that you existed You died before I was born Our blood it connects us Though we have never met You are my long lost ancestor Part of my genetic make up The spot you filled many years ago Now residing are the ones who live through you We are all part of your story A place etched in history You will always be remembered and cherished Because you are a great big part of me Like branches of a mighty oak They stretch out in many directions But the only way they all connect Is at the root, the heart of the tree