“Why we Search”

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Your tombstone stands among the rest

Neglected and alone.

The name and date have worn off

The weathered marble stone.

It reaches out to all who care. . .

It’s now too late to mourn,

You did not know that I’d exist;

You died…and I was born.

Yet each of us are cells of you:

In flesh, in blood, in bone,

Our Hearts contract and beat a pulse,  

Entirely not our own

Dear Ancestor, the place you filled

Some hundred years ago,

Spreads out among the ones you left