SAMHUINN

Feast of the Dead

Should you pass my home tonight,

You'll see a candle burning bright.

It's not inviting 'Trick or Treat',

But guiding the Ancestors home to eat.

I've cooked my Grandma's favourite meal

And scented the room with sage to heal

Any rifts that keep us apart

To ease her passage back to my heart.

I've reserved a place for Grandpa too,

By favourite tobacco placed in the loo.

For he always hid in there for a smoke

Until Grandma came and gave him a poke!

For my Father, a picture of his veteran cars

And his favourite chocolate bar - a Mars.

While my Mother I'm sure I can easily lure

By photos of picnics on Hayling shore.

My baby daughter who I still deeply miss

Will soon be home to claim a kiss,

And so, you see, this time of year

Has never been a time to fear.

Instead, it's a time for celebration,

For our World briefly opens to Spirit Vibration

So all those we've lost can return again,

Entering through the candle's flame!