Brenda Juarez
Marigolds heal both skin and spirit,
they mend what’s seen and unseen.
The fevered skin, burning to the touch,
the aching wound the soul carries.
Soft and warm petals against the skin,
their scent is spicy and herbal,
like Abuela’s tea in the early morning.
Extracted drops from sun petals
help the burns and wounds to close gently.
Bright petals like starlight
guide the dead to the living,
their gold path to home.
The beauty of the petals
that heal our wounds,
and touch the ones engraved in our arms
I turn the petal into oil,
the scent taking my silent prayers
to the undead
“Mi querida, siento tu dolor.
ya voy a casa, que las flores de cempasúchil
curen lo que mis manos no alcanzan.”
Their colors shine bright at night
bringing the love and memories of pain together.
In their glow, todo el dolor empieza a sanar.