It's not easy letting go of a hand that gave you so much joy
it's not easy letting go of a place or thing or smile
the one that helped you win the mile?
Letting go is oft like sand through an hourglass,
it trickles away one grain at a time
then one day you notice a sign that says,
better love them while they are alive
so when they are gone you have no regrets
MISSY, you always did love with all your heart,
anyone that ever got close to you.
So wipe those tears away and know,
it's oka, if once in a while, you let go.
This poem is dedicated to a special young woman,
she knows who she is. xxx
Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016