Permission Granted

I was the Sherlock

To your Watson

The Bobby Goren

To Your Alex Eames

Yet Here I was alone

To figure out this mystery

Without My Partner

To Understand

What you needed

To finally let go

To tie up loose ends

To Grant you Permission

I brought you My Sister

You lingered still

Then one day

You whispered to me

His name

you needed to hear your grandson

Call you “Grandma”

Just one time to know

That he knew who you were

With a kiss he called you Grandma

Permission was Granted

Suffering was over

As you Crossed The River

In My Arms


Dedicated to My Mommie who Passed away 10/31/2012










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