This was one of a series of tombs lost to sight among brambles and earth in the cemetery of Darwen Lower Chapel, Lancashire. They were rediscovered in 2016, cleaned, photographed and catalogued thanks to the desires of a visiting American, Beverly Sherman, who has around 60 ancestors buried in this one spot.
This poem she found sums up the sentiment behind the project:
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled 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 and 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
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.