Sugar Skull House

When I got to the bathroom there’s a sugar skull staring at me
Or if I’m cooking and grab a towel, another is there to dry my hands
Whether I walk in the hallway, sit in my living room or type at my desk
Hanging on the walls or on my bed, sugar skulls are everywhere

My house is a tribute to the dead
All year round like a station downtown where the train is about to leave
And when our ancestors visit us in dreams
We share the memory and stories of those we once grieved

For my wife’s grandfather, they had birthday parties on Halloween
For her grandmother, there are crosses and elephant decorations
The shelf next to our bedroom is filled with more trinkets
The little reminders passed down to from generation to generation

For my pops, every year a beer
I like to reminisce and remember the old times
We know they never really left us
They just transcended into our hearts and minds

Although el Dia de los Muertos may be celebrated once a year
My house is always decorated in sugar skulls thanks to my wife
It’s a remembrance of those who have crossed the bridge
Because around here, everyday is Day of the Dead in my life