Let go……

There has always been

something else—

something ancient,

unseen,

holding me.

And now I know—

it’s okay.

Let go, Grandma.

You can go now.

I see their faces—

so many souls

who poured love into me

like rain into dry earth.

My grandpa—

he bore storms,

his silence thick with pain,

and still, he stood.

A circle of sorrow

rippled out from him,

but it wasn’t his fault.

I feel his ache—

quiet, heavy.

And hers too—

my grandma,

wild-hearted,

reaching for a life

that always stayed

just beyond her fingertips.

I see her now—

rising,

dissolving into stars,

becoming

what she always was:

part of the universe.