Moving Day

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.