Poem: Whispers of the Day of the Dead

Whispers of the Day of the Dead

In twilight’s glow, the candles flicker,
Soft shadows dance, the moments grow thicker.
Petals of marigold, bright as the sun,
Guide wandering spirits, their journey begun.

Altars adorned with photos and bread,
Sugar skulls smile, where memories tread.
Families gather, with laughter and tears,
To honor the lives lived across all the years.

The air is alive with the scent of the past,
Tales of the loved ones, their legacies cast.
Stories unfold like the colors of night,
As ghosts weave through laughter, a comforting sight.

With music that echoes through warm autumn air,
They celebrate life, both tender and rare.
For in every heartbeat, in every shared tear,
The bonds of affection grow stronger each year.

So let us remember, as dusk turns to dawn,
The Day of the Dead, where love lingers on.
With spirits beside us, we cherish the thread,
That links us forever—both living and dead.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie