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
Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016
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