Dia de los Muertos
The veil is thin now
I can feel my relatives
Hear their whispering
Tio I hear you
The auntie we called uncle
Our other mother
I shared your photos
With all of our family
For them to honor
"Chico is missing"
You direct me to a box
He lies buried in
Yes, I understand
I add him to my altar
To celebrate him
"Love must be present
Not hidden in an album
Dance with us daily
It eases the soul
We are never very far
Heart to heart, so close"
Ah, Tia Tio
I see you and abuela
And mama dancing.
bjb
Haiku ×8 2020
barb j beyers 