Great, great grandparents, Charles & Diana Winfield, Fritwell, Oxford, EnglandYour tombstone stands among the rest; neglected and alone.
The name and date were chiselled out on polished marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care; it is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist; you died before I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you in flesh, in blood, in bone.Our blood contracts and beats a pulse entirely not our own.
Dear ancestor, the place you filled so many years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left who would have loved you so.
I wonder as you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot and come to visit you.
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cool photo auntie, and I love the poem! I wonder who will visit me..
ReplyDeleteNice to see a photo of Diana's namesake's resting place. The deep red flowers pop out nicely eh?
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