Letting Go
by Barry Charman
As he’s dying
He says
Tie a bundle of sticks together
Call it family
If you want
Then place it in my shadow
I want them to weigh me down
I don’t want to go
And even though
We’d all had our troubles
Rows over the little things
That we allowed to provoke us
Push us apart
Like weeds in cracks
We each of us left the hospital
Picked up a twig
And added it to a bundle
Then showed him
We didn’t want him to go
And only then
Did he let go
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