We let go of the balloons
my sister's first, then mine,
and finally it is my brother's turn.
As we stand in the lawn
In front of Martin's Mortuary,
We silently say goodbye to Daddy.
The clouds part, my sister's balloon
disappears, then mine, with my
brother's tagging along. The clouds
close back up, the balloons
never to return.

February 3, 1999
by Jessi Spurlock

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