I pushed aside the braken <br />From your lonely grave, <br />And peered at the tombstone <br />Blackened with age. <br />Long have I sought you! <br />-I who bear your name. <br /> <br />I know you not - and yet <br />I am a part of you. <br />'Your tinkling laugh <br />Or soft sweet smile? <br />A feminity that has small space <br />In this modern raucous while. <br /> <br />Dearest Jane - Greatgrandmother <br />Who died so young - at twentyfour. <br />Said 'fair of face and gentle way', <br />What would you find in me - of You <br />Were you but here, in this my day! ..<br /><br />Cecilia Parkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pilgrimage-to-the-past/
