Tentatively titled "Samhain de los Muertos".
Dia de los Muertos
Also Samhain to me
Days that the Veil between the worlds grows thin
As so many cultures knew
As the Ancestors demand we remember
If we can hear them
If we listen
The smell of sage floats through the air
Candles flickering
Illuminating so much more than their small flames should
Like stars in the sky
Fotos, food, and flowers
Holiday(s) you never taught me to celebrate
A day I honor you anyway
And the ever increasing others on your side of the veil
