Family Tree
The leaves on a tree
sway in the wing
holding on to each branch
not wanting to let go
like a child holding hands with their mom.
Some of them fall—
Some of them swing—
Some are green—
Some are brown—
The brown ones fall
like a soul leaving a person.
My tree still stands tall but
Some leaves are turning
“Please don’t fall” I beg
“I’m not done being with you.”
-- Ashley Winch