I received this from a friend who got it from another friend, but it is a good
idea for getting in touch with other people researching the same line that we
I received the following little "poem" from a friend who types this on a 3x5
card then puts her name, relationship, snail-mail address and e-mail
address on the back, then laminates it, punches a hole in it and ties it to a
single stem artificial flower and puts it on her ancestor's graves when she is
visiting cemeteries whether those close by or in different states. That way
the next person who might be researching may get in touch with her. I think
this is a great idea.
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled 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
So many 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.