|Andrew Douglas (1778-1865)||Eunice Douglas (1781-1865)|
Your tombstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone,
The name, the date, are chiseled out
In weather-beaten stone.
It reaches out for all to see,
It is too late to mourn,
You did not know I would exist,
You died... and I was born.
Yet each of us are part of you,
In flesh, in blood, in bone,
And in my breast there beats a pulse
Entirely not my own.
Dear ancestor, the space you left
Those many years ago
Is filled today by all of us
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you laughed and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this place
And come to visit you.
- (Unknown Author)
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