Uncle Demos

Uncle Demos
Who were you?
Brother of my great-great-Grandfather Stephen.

I found your grave
in the dark -
I think that was yours.

It says you died 55 years ago.

It was rather serendipitous
that I found your grave…

The cemetery on Cemetary Road -
(yep, they spelled the road wrong)
isn’t marked.

There isn’t even a headstone for you,
just a flat to the ground, overgrown marker
etched with your name –
our name.

The sun had gone down,
it was dark,
when I found your grave marker.

I know so little about you,
just a few facts.

I don’t know why I came here.
This doesn’t add anything
to my understanding of my family history
(or my understanding of me)
or my understanding of you.

Maybe a name
carved in stone
imparts truth
and meaning…

I wonder if decades after
my death
someone will remember me
and wonder
who I was
and want to see
the mark I left behind.

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