Poetry About Dia de los Muertos

Marigold petals make a path across the floor. Photographs lean among bread, salt, and candles. A grandmother smiles from another year. Her favorite cup waits beside the bright paper flags. Tonight, memory sets an extra place at the table. Love opens the door that death cannot close.

Look again from the quieter edge. Photographs lean among bread, salt, and candles. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Her favorite cup waits beside the bright paper flags. Attention loosens the first easy answer. Love opens the door that death cannot close.

Marigold petals make a path across the floor. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. A grandmother smiles from another year. It returns us to marigolds, family altars, photographs, food, remembrance, and the loving welcome offered to the dead. Tonight, memory sets an extra place at the table. The day continues with a more attentive heart.