Let Him Go

"Let him go",

My parents whispered, as I showered you with kisses on your cold motionless face, that still had so much glow,

"Let him go",

My brother adviced, as I deeply breathed in your ashes and dug out every last bit of "you" to flow,

"Let him go",

Said the crematorium workers, who made me untie a knot from your toe,

"Let him go",

Said the pandit-ji, who helped me perform a five hour puja on the eleventh day and saw my tears overflow, 

"Let him go", 

For Riaan's sake, who must grow and fight every curve ball life throws, 

But letting you go,

Means letting the best part of me go,

How can I let go of 14 eventful years,

Filled with shared glory, happiness, fears, goals, sadness and cheers,

Who am I, if not Mrs Poopie,

I try my best to smile, but my eyes are traitorously droopy,

Would you have let me go,

If I had been the first to go.