My Ancestor

Losing track, 
I ended up in an ancient cemetery.
Passing through rows of crumbling graves
stamped on sods and nettles strewn.
There I spotted, 
a tomb bearing a name
of my ancestor, long forgotten
like an archaic script.

absencegravefree verse

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sara Etgen-Baker

April 21, 2026 at 5:40 PM

beautifully penned....'crumbling graves' creates a host of emotions. Well done, wishing you well, Sara

Gary Radice

April 21, 2026 at 1:08 PM

Hi Valsa. I can picture the crumbling graves you beautifully describe. I'm undecided as to whether you were looking for the grave of your ancestor or whether you stumbled upon it by chance. Either way it doesn't matter - your poem oozes atmosphere. Cheers - Gary

Victor Buhagiar

April 20, 2026 at 3:53 AM

How can we ever forget our ancestors? I pray for them every day. They are our heritage.

Paige Hind

April 19, 2026 at 9:10 PM

a quiet message maybe- beautiful work :)

Joseph P. DiMino

April 19, 2026 at 7:45 AM

The spirit long gone...but the meditation transcends time and space. Cremation for me...my waste for airing. Wonderful Free Verse writing. More! Brava!