Forgiving Myself Poem by heather poynter

Two losses, neither of them fair,
haunt my memories and dreams.
At almost 17, I have seen things
many people wouldn't believe.

I wake up crying in the night,
looking for comfort and light
and find that I can feel her
there, holding me again.

That gentle laugh of hers
rings in my ears as I catch
my breath and calm back
down, relaxing in her presence.

It's alright that I never said
goodbye, It's okay for me to
cry, because she still loves me
and I still love her very much

So here I go, Grandma,
on a journey of new life.
I'm forgiving myself and
not letting it drag me down.