It's Moving Day
Early morning finds her,
filling boxes with mementos.
Pausing to reflect...
Age has taken its toll.
Memories have turned to mysteries,
confusion a frequent guest.
Wiping away a tear, she keeps packing.
It's moving day.
Uncertainty and trepidation,
have taken up residence,
in her heart and thoughts.
Packing up and leaving behind,
fragments of her life -
moving only the essentials,
enough to fill one room.
It's moving day.
Once strong and independent,
now frail, in need of care.
Moving in with her niece,
had never been her plan.
But plans change. Lives change.
She doesn't want to leave her home.
She doesn't want to be a burden.
It's moving day.
As the boxes are loaded in the truck,
she takes a last look around.
Speaking softly to herself, she says:
"It will be nicer where I am going.
After all, I'll be surrounded by family.
I'll be safer. I should be happy..."
Tears fall silently.
It's moving day.
Kim Merryman
6/24/15
For Kelly Deschler's Women Only #2 contest.
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015
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