November II Part II

A father was holding his little daughter tenderly,
And a mother awaiting their safe return,
This was soon to be an epic day;
How the mother cried till she couldn't anymore,
She had lost both her mate and her baby,
Both at the same time,
It wasn't fair to lose them this soon;
As time faded by she never forgot,
Forgot the pain of waking up and seeing just thin air,
Of not hearing little feet walking on the wooden floor,
Of not hearing a "Honey I'm home"
All that was lost to her;
Upon that bright night,
A dream came floating by,
Of her little daughter and the man that made her smile.
How they said they had missed her so,
That they were okay,
And that they were waiting till the day that she would eventually be with them once again;
Slowly the dream started to fade away,
And she prayed that they would stay with her for just one more second,
Leaving the haven of her dreams she wakes up with tears flowing down her cheeks,
With a shock she looks around,
Feeling their essence one last time,
With hurry she looks at the fallen calendar,
And sees that day was to honor those who had passed away,
The day of the dead,
How she started to cry once again,
This was their day
To come back home to her