Sue’s moving words…
I go, but do not mourn for me
Or grieve that I will never see
The springtime blossom on the tree
Bear autumn gold.
The journey calls, the way is clear,
No longer will you find me here,
The door will close without a tear,
The hearth is cold.
Perhaps these walls will soon forget
The memories they hold, and yet
I leave them gladly, no regret
The bell has tolled.
I’m following a new-born star.
I go, but I do not go far,
(It takes two minutes in the car
Or so I’m told.)
I’m moving house; within new walls
I’ll wait until adventure calls
(While fetching endless tennis balls
From where they’ve rolled.)
But just for now, it’s madness here
And Moving Day draws all too near
As one by one the rooms I clear
And pack and fold.
The dog’s escaped…
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