Epitaph Poem

I stare at my ancestors grave
A new me forming - Tara Belle at that
A travellors poem
I feel it
The emotions sweel within
My ancestor
I bond within
The travellors epitaph is mine
Yet disspointment settles in
When I hear it is not so
The epitaph was a common one
From many years ago
I do not know
I have not heard it
Do I trust those words?
But does it matter?
I have her now
Tara Belle was born