Project Description

Ending therapy

We met for the last time today,

A zoom in my front room.

I could see your settee over your shoulder,

Where I’d sat and trembled and triumphed.

I told you of the mountain I’d climbed,

Of the plateau of my life I’d discovered.

We celebrated my successes and my confidence,

My smoke detector re-tuned to normal.

You gently reminded me that it was Ok

To let the little ones feel distressed,

It was Ok to feel two things at once.

And adult me would cope.

We edged around saying goodbye,

Me singing Sinatra and quoting Shakespeare.

Finally, we thanked each other,

Gave virtual (unsatisfying) hugs.

Saying goodbye is tough.