When the day of the dead arrives,
And the time to remember kin comes with it,
There are no tears,
But grins from sugar skulls,
Dances within colours of all shades,
A parade of remembrance,

Light the copal,
Paint on to your faces fluorescent visages,
And dance among the cemeteries,
Hand in hand with family,
Mortal and incorporeal,
Awaken the very dead beneath you,

Your loved ones,
They are not gone,
Merely on a step into the spiritual,
They shall still observe you,
The skull giggles,
It shall guide them.

Comments
  1. Carol anne says:

    love it! ❤ very nicely done!

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