Household Packing …
Household packing, not my favorite thing,
New owners raised the rent by 300 dollars,
Been here by the mountain for eighteen years,
So sad to leave, loudly did I holler.
Packing a little each day when I can,
Things I won’t be needing for a while,
Statues, pictures on the walls and tables,
Many memories that make me smile.
Saying goodbye to many long time friends
Will not be hard, they have already left,
Except for kind Joe who lives just upstairs,
We have grown close, told me he is upset.
I will miss friend Joe and our pleasant chats,
He comes to check on me every day,
To see if I need anything from the store,
Or invite me to walk with him a way.
I do not like all this packing of things,
I’ve collected so much stuff through the years,
So many things I will just give away,
I try so very hard to not shed tears.
This has been my little home for so long,
I will find another nice place, I know,
It’s the mountain and critters I will miss,
For it’s the nature here that soothes my soul.
I will take memories of the critters with me,
Pictures of rabbits, squirrels, and the hawks,
No pictures of the snakes, never got close,
Lovely trees in autumn, and pleasant walks.
Well, I will meet new friends in my new home,
Joe and I will keep in touch, phone talking,
Ah! There’s Joe’s familiar knock on the door,
Time for nature, away we go walking.
Household packing, not my favorite thing!
© 2018 Phyllis Doyle Burns