Letting go is the hardest thing I know.
But, I wish it wasn’t so.
Sometimes, I wonder why I keep things;
an old piece of string,
the printed lyrics of a song I use to sing,
the remnants of a toy I use to fling.
Everything I have, I know by sight,
touch and feel.
Each has its own place in my heart,
they have a name that stays the same.
My time of play, they each have claimed.
Oh, fond memories I have of each and everyone.
They lie beside me on my bed,
if not they adorn my room instead.
They are the first thing that I awake and see.
They are the last to say goodnight to me.
I wish I had room to keep them all,
but, my room is small and I really can’t.
I have to clean up my room, and
so with sadness soon we’ll have to part,
..…but today is not the time to start.
J M Lysun
3 thoughts on “Letting go”
You have my total empathy. I understand how “things” tend to grow on us. Clearing out can be a painful process but sometimes very necessary. (((HUGS))) Amy
Thanks for your visit. When you get time, please come and visit again. You might enjoy “Self Esteem” as I use “flowers” to make a point.
I too use flowers to express my words or to make a point. I will do my best to get over to see what you have. OK? Have a great 4th!! Love, Amy