Herein lie the bones of my ancestors
Even as this body grows old and changes with time.

Herein lie the bones of my ancestors
Their bones are my structure, my support and keep me going

Herein lie the bones of my ancestors
While these bones may restrict me, I choose to be flexible

Herein lie the bones of my ancestors
Their bones strengthen me and their strength becomes my own

Herein lie the bones of my ancestors
Their bones are with me still and I bless the gift.

Deanne Quarrie 2009

This poem or litany was prompted by a friend’s message on a YahooGroup when she spoke about Obon, the Japanese festival honoring the ancestors.