samhain.
celtic new year.
dark side of the moon.
a day to feast
and remember
the dead.
kids knock on my door.
"trick or treat,"
batman, more kid, says,
and a fairy princess
holds up her bag expectedly.
a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.
this is the new way of doing an old thing.
i feel emotional tonight,
remembering my grandfather,
and all my relations,
even those i never met
but who still walk with me.
later,
with love and a kiss,
i pour a hefty amount
of irish whiskey into the earth
for their feast in Tír na nÓg.
a few salt tears
fall into the mix.
oh, i miss you so.
le grá go deo
Saol fada chugat
Cha d'dhùin doras nach d'fhosgail doras
(copyright 2011)
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