For My Friend in Oaxaca

 For My Friend in Oaxaca

This year the candles burn more bright,

Guiding you home through the sacred night.

One year has passed, the path is clear,

Your spirit returns — we feel you near.

With marigolds, with song, with flame,

We call you gently, speak your name.

Across the borders, love will stay,

No distance can keep your soul away.

So walk with us, beneath the sky,

Your memory lives, it does not die.

In color, music, and devotion true,

This Día de Muertos, we honor you.