Our Ancestor

This moss-covered tombstone among so many
Stands neglected, ignored and alone
With name, month, year, and epitaph
Faded, washed-out, and unknown.

This dimly etched stone among so many
Is there and has influenced those of us who care.
Time has now passed, and yet we mourn;
We just know you were put there.

Handed down through you
We received our genes, cells, flesh and bone.
Even our blood and heart beat
Is not necessarily our own.

You�ve occupied this special spot
More than a hundred years.
Sure, you left your loved ones
And no doubt they shed many tears.

We wonder about you--
Ethics, morals, interests, and cares.
Little did you know we�d visit this lonely spot
Where your mossy tombstone among so many causes stares.

Author: Edith Bastin
� Copyright: September 20, 1998. All Rights Reserved.

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