Ancestral Plots
Bone dust stirs in boxes
deep beneath the ground
As I reverently walk over
this ancestral plot I found.
Who lies beneath carved stone
turned to dust of whitened bone?
These people that I never knew,
ignorant of them as I grew.
Yet because of them I am all I am
descendant of some stone age man.
I leave not sure that beneath my feet,
I wasn't feeling my own heart beat.
© 2009 Tamera Dobbins