Letting Go

• Samantha Chazan, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

Connor
Can you hear me?
My hands shake,
My eyes trickle with tears.
Do you want to live?
Is there any point?
Carol, he's brain dead.
But he's my son.
My arm spasms
I fall to the ground.
Medication.
Hospitals.
Medics.
War.
I don't want to let him go.
I never got to say goodbye.