Our New Zealand Pioneers
Richard and Elizabeth Pelvin
Your tombstone stands among the
rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled
out
On a polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all who
care;
It is too late to mourn.
You could not know that I’d
exist,
You died before I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of
you;
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our heart contracts and beats a
pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the life you
lived
So many years ago
Is now recounted amongst the ones you
left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder how 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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