By Sandra Dogger Klassen
His tombstone stands among the rest;
Not neglected nor alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn.
He did not know that you’d exist
He died and You were born.
Yet each of us are cells of Dad
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Dad, the place you filled
Not very long ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you had
Idea someday you would find this spot,
And come to visit our Dad.
Originally posted as anonymous on Genealogy page,some words changed making it personal.. Sandra