DEAR ANCESTOR
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
One hundred 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
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IT's time our Representatives and Senators Changed the laws to save and
preserve our pioneer cemeteries, instead of siding with the big money
organizations and thereby enabling the greedy people in destroying our
families final resting places. Where is there moral thinking???
Charles W. Moore
1474 E Millstone Rd.
Westport, indiana 47283
812-591-3045
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