A poem of when you are anticipating something new, but have yet to let go of the old.

As I sit here in the night.

Letting go of something you love.

However long we spend time apart, remember me because you will always be in my heart.

Dont let hate control your life.

Letting go.

This form of poetry is called a pantoum.

Learning to let go can be the hardest thing to do.

When my grandpa was coming to the end of his years he wasn’t the same. Alzheimers ate away at his brain and he sometimes couldn’t even recognize me. It tore me up, but I’m glad he is in a better place now.

I wrote this for my Grandpa when he passed away.