The author of this is a grandmother

Ok
I said enough of all this stuff
In my front room
Each time I try to
Sort through
Boxes,suitcases,piles,
My heart is pulled in all directions
It’s just a piece of paper
But I could no more cut off my leg
Than throw away is piece of love
I came across my Mum and Dads birth certificates.
I will frame them to remind me of whom I am from
I see photos of my mum as a young beautiful lady what can I do!!!
I put them all in their piles and leave the room

I feel in bits.