In the streets of Mexico,
On a night so dark and still,
There's a holiday that's known to flow
With customs that give one a chill.
The Day of the Dead, they call it so
A celebration of life and death,
Where spirits are welcomed to and fro
With offerings, they take a breath.
The streets are alive with vibrant hues
Of orange, yellow, and red,
As marigolds bloom and candles light,
The souls of the dead are led.
Skulls and skeletons dance in the night,
A morbid and eerie sight,
But to the living, it's a beautiful sight,
A reminder of death's inevitable might.
In the altars adorned with care,
Pictures of loved ones stand,
Their favorite foods and drinks are there,
To guide them back to this land.
The aroma of food fills the air,
As families gather round,
For a feast to remember the dead and share
Stories of those no longer around.
But beneath the joy and laughter,
Lies a deeper, darker truth,
That life is fragile and fleeting after,
And death will come for us all, in its ruth.
Yet, in this celebration of the dead,
There is a sense of peace,
For death is just another thread,
In the tapestry of life, we release.
As the night gives way to the morning,
And the spirits return once more,
The Day of the Dead, a reminder adorning,
That death is not something to abhor.
So let the marigolds bloom,
And the candles continue to burn,
For in this holiday of doom,
We also find lessons to learn.
The Day of the Dead, a symbolic display,
Of life, death, and what's in between,
A celebration, in a unique way,
Of those who have left, and those who are still seen.
So let us honor the dead with love,
And celebrate their memory,
For they are watching us from above,
On this Day of the Dead, in all its glory.



Authorship by Dr. Dashaun Snipes
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