Reluctantly I have to let him go.
I am neither mother, nor grandmother
I love his grandpa, and therefore love him.
But it is time for him to go home now.
We kept him laughing and loved, with many
hugs and grilled cheese sandwiches, coffee cake
when he texted us that’s what he wanted
and all the things he didn’t even know
he saw horses at the dentist’s office…
He will always remember that grandpa,
and I, are a safe place to return to.
It’s time to not cry, to be satisfied.
Let the little man stand tall as we hug.
Let the little boy run fast off the plane.
Let all things return to how they should be.