Will She Return on Day of the Dead
My great great grandmother could not wait.
Day of the Dead was two weeks away.
She visited me on the 16th of October.
I was sworn to secrecy, but they knew.
Because I somehow knew how to do things
That only she knew how to do
Because she showed me
Her ways, and they recognized them
Will she return on the Day of the Dead?
They asked me as if I am the expert.
I do not know, I told them, frightened.
I was only four, making sugar skulls.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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