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.
