Dear Catharine
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care..
Is it too late to mourn?
You did not know that I would exist.
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us is cells of you-
in flesh, in blood, and bone-
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
entirely not our own.
Dear Catharine, the place you filled
one hundred (+) years ago,
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so,
So many years have passed you by-
I wonder if you Knew-
That someday I would find this spot
and come and visit you.
