Today, in those wondrous Latin
American countries where we
celebrate the three Días de los
Muertos, we honor the precious
children we have lost.
At the familial altar, photographs
our lost family members and
ancestors are moved closer to the
rear of the altar. Near the front,
we place pictures of our sweet,
dear children, lost to us.
We often use toy kiddy plates
and cups to put out their favorite
foods and beverages. Small toys
little cars and dolls are also placed
amongst the pictures.
We have honored our ancestors
and loved ones, but naught can
compare to the enduring pain
and sorrow of losing our little
ones. Those tears, copiously
falling at the altar, are precious
to the gods.
Oh, to hold our babes close to
our hearts, just once more . . .
niño chiquito
ay como te extraño
anlloro verte
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