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