My bookshelves are all empty,
The kitchen cupboards lie bare.
Even the bed is dismantled-
There are dust flakes swirling in the air.
I’m tuckered and stressed because
Of all the clutter and mess.
I squeeze my Hubby’s hand; my heart’s
Feelings way too complex to express.
Chaos ensues when the men
Arrive and empty the place.
I watch my home become a house –
A structure with walls and vacant space.
I pick up my purse and release a deep sigh,
I turn off the lights and whisper good-bye.
I was inspired to write this poem to introduce the reason why I’m taking a break from writing. I’m moving – not my website – just my home. I will return in a few months. Hopefully I’ll be all cozy and settled in my new place by then.
Thanks Kerry! The move is over, the initial pandemonium survived and now we are slowly finding ways to change the new space into a cozy home.
Best wishes for a smooth transition.
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