White Kite

I remove it from its shelf
unroll the string
soon to be wet from my tears

it's a tradition now
one only my family does
when someone is gone

now she's gone
and I've been chosen

so I unroll the string 
and take it outside
while my family looks on
sad
but at peace

now I unfurl it
the white kite used
for a send-off
a final goodbye
to the lost
as they pass 
to 
another
life