travel note - dear sis (aug 1963-april 2018)

 

red hibiscus by the gate opens up

to the morning sun, each petal surging

with glorious energy

the house remains the same

as if you and Dad are still here

your photos, your clothes, travel albums,

Dad's electronic gadgets & records 

still litter the shelves & tables

its hard to believed it has been more 

than 4 years, with the graves (yours & Dad's)

carefully tended

with yellow bells and red flowers, and grass-

i see that the cemetary is being spruced up for

the visitors who will clog the markers & graves

with candles & prayers in remembrance

of the dead on Nov. 1

the tradition is to travel and visit 

with flowers, food, stories & merriment 

laughter will be heard

as it is

indeed a celebration

of happy memories

of friends and family connections

i came to visit quietly and briefly

your travel mementos are still gracing the walls 

your prayer inspired frames are still set up in the bathroom

your Zen-inspired garden outside the bedroom is thriving

though we are all moving on

we remember you and Dad with love

This is a follow up post to my original post titled, may you see field of tulips on your journey.

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Dia De Los Muertos, hosted by Mish.   Pub doors open at 3pm.