More On The Art Of Letting Go! Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Setting aside loss is a fine intention -
so many things seem best lost -
that they simply don't deserve attention

But so much insists on retention:
coming back to mind at all cost
denying erasure, resisting elimination.

Practising letting go, by resolution,
is likely an illusion at best
or a disastrous misapprehension.

Perhaps I lost my mother's affection
or her kind attention at least at the last
though forsaking her was never my intention.

I took her mantel carriage clock in reparation:
for thirty years it has stood still - stood at rest -
since she died - a troublesome acquisition.

The jeweller can do nothing in restoration:
regardless of aspiration or cost
the movements are frozen to inaction
and letting go (like it or not)gets no traction.