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