(Poem 306 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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When the gates
swing open at midnight
the children flow
from heaven with joy
and laughter, eager
to visit their loved ones—
piles of fruit, mole, peanuts
and sugar skulls, soda
and candy, toys and cocoa
cover altars graced
with their little pictures.
Music and food, prayer,
family telling stories,
honoring the dead
by remembering.

@Home Studio – 306th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Día de los Angelitos photos to accompany my poem: