I'm leaving home today
I've packed safely away
each possession, some to take with me
and some that have to stay.
Boxes full of treasure
memories to measure
from childhood, so long ago
some full of pain, some pleasure
heirlooms of my youth passed by
each is laid (with a sigh)
gently in its place until
the box is full; then I
begin to pack the things I'll take
hopes I cherish, plans I make
as I sail toward future dreams, leaving
the memories in my wake.
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9 comments:
you've captured the bittersweetness of moving really well here.
Very vivid and beautiful.. the emotions come through so well....
The treasure
Very nicely done.
crafty green poet said it all.
That is beautiful.
A beautiful piece.
Oh, yes - lovely! Vivid imagery.
I just went through this and your poem expressed it beautifully.
Wonderful poem!
chicklets...great fun!!!...i have moved so much...and everytime it always comes down to the boxes...what i cherish and keep and what goes...your poem has spoken so beautifully of these memories...i bought a house and havent moved in 9 years...happyhappy
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