Fostering Two to Let Go
I never thought it would be this hard to let go.
It was meant to be good for us, too.
So good that it’s hard to let go.
Unlike the last time I let go, this time,
it’s a choice.
This time feels different.
A different kind of guilt.
A different kind of love.
Love is full with the two of you.
From the first moment they handed you two to us.
You pulled and kept pulling.
Now it’s less pulling of the leash
And more pulling on the heart.
My heart pulls towards you two, too.
Two bundles of joy.
Two times the fun.
Two mouths to feed
Two leashes to hold steady.
Two times the love.
Two times the tears when I let go,
but I’m not ready.
You two kept me safe.
When I was alone
and still do
when I’m not.
You two follow me around the home.
From room to room.
Inside, outside, just want to be near.
Near me and my heart.
How did this happen?
Four months or four years?
The tears stroll, the clock ticks
And I’m trying to let go of you two, too.