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Packing up house
I do not like
Much, rather fly a kite,
Or go on a hike!
We lived in our first home 
Almost forever,
But in the last six years,
The third and most traumatic
Emotion in life,
Was packing up and moving.
It’s all about enduring!
This home was where
Our children grew up,
Graduations, celebrations,
Happy moments and sad
Where our parents died,
Where our hearts sadly sighed
Where we consoled one other 
And cried.
The empty nest syndrome was next,
A huge home, echoed emptiness,
So, we moved, not quite ready
To be retired, 
But encouraged and inspired,
All was in a hurry and flurry,
From the old to the new,
It was just a move, right, 
But in hindsight,
It was terribly sad.
 hubby tried hard
To cheer me up, took me out
To dinner and shopping,
I missed our pool, and 
Competing who was best
At belly flopping.
Hubby even bought me
A labrador puppy,
But I did not like our new house.
Although I loved its whereabouts,
Opposite a farm,
With cows, horses and sheep,
A calming sight,
To wake and see at morning light.
I unpacked with a heavy heart,
We realized we had
To make another fresh start.
Our son found a real english
Like cottage with a garden
That i could envisage making
Into a dream, 
In my minds eyes i drew
Up a mystical fairy theme
Four years we have,
Lived here, but our son and daughter
In-law, suggested we move into one
Of their cottages, 
Oh no, another move,
Yet another garden to
Create and improve.
But we will have our 
Three-year-old grand-daughter,
Living near,
Making our decision
Ever so clear!
So guess what, I’m packing again,
But this time, 
We have won first prize,
This move we feel, is wise!

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