Today we celebrate you and the days we wish were permanent/Today we are grateful/Until we are unsatisfied with this life/Until, small farm towns no longer hold our attention/ In what ways do we betray our parents?/In what life do they remember their youth?/Baba waits for momma’s ghost in want of her celestial being to keep him company through this life/Yet, I believe she is beyond this plane/ That her soul has moved to another and yet when the flames flicker among the candles/I can imagine it’s her in the beyond./Telling me not to waste my youth/Baba speaks to the open window/the wind carrying his message to the partridge/who gives it to the great and wise owl/ Then momma can hear his I love you’s in between the tears/Her gilabiya shines among the bright stars of this realm/She is tasked with the sick/The ones whose time has come too early/She sends them back to earth with gifts of death/Soothsayer among the living/they tell her of wicked realities/ When the shaman spoke of the afterlife/ I could almost hear her laugh/ She speaks to me now between flame and fairy/Oh sweet belladonna, thy drugs are potent
And with this moment before eternal sleep/I can see my family whole once again.
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