Letting go . . .

Recently, a pyrex half-pint jug that once belonged to my Grandmother broke. We had used it almost every day for decades and perhaps it was just worn out. I liked it because it had imperial measurements, which I work in for cooking and baking. Nothing lasts forever and I was fond of it because it was a connection back to my Nan.

Early the next morning, I woke up with these words in my head. I wrote them down and went back to sleep:

Glass breaks
Cause heartaches.
The chain
Of molecules
That rules
Our links
With people
From our past
Is broken.
And it’s so hard
To let go.

I’m learning to let go.