The Day of the Dead

I returned to see a feast, a lively, spectral scene,
Bread baskets, bouquets, and family gathered in between.
Some I never thought to see, in this ethereal sphere,
A reunion of souls departed, a moment crystal clear.

There stood my uncle, the one with insurance plans,
Now living large, a glimpse of wealth in his hands.
My mother too, she shone with grace and pride,
My brothers, sisters, everyone on this spirited ride.

Life after my passing, they embraced a newfound boon,
The insurance lump sum, it changed their fortune's tune.
I couldn't touch or hold them, as I wished I could do,
But from my vantage point, their joy and success I knew.

I watched them from the shadows, my heart filled with delight,
My family, my beloved, though words can't convey it right.
In this realm beyond the living, my emotions ebb and flow,
I am content for them, in this ephemeral afterglow.

Not in a loving way for some, perhaps, but love remains,
A connection that transcends, as our spirits break their chains.
In this surreal day of the dead, I find solace and peace,
As love endures beyond the living, where all our troubles cease.