Moving.
She packs away her memories and smiles as she recalls
The images of happy times that once hung upon her walls
Looks at all the packing crates, neatly labelled and filled.
Takes one last glance at her photos, before the box is sealed.
The big day has arrived, and removers start to load
She checks the house just one last time, before she hits the road
Bids goodbye to the home she loved, now empty, cold, and clear
She’s looking forward to the future yet still sheds a little tear.
The front door closes one last time as she gives a cheery wave
Her friends all wish her well, and ask if she’s okay
They say, “don’t be a stranger” and promise to stay in touch
Encouraged by their best wishes, which always mean so much.
Amongst a sea of packing crates, she finally has some time
Searches for some glasses and opens a bottle of wine.
Dreaming of what lies ahead, she thinks of friends and fun
One chapter may have ended, but a new one’s just begun.
Categories:
removers, change,
Form: Rhyme