Moving Day

Moving Day, moving Day,

Oh what fun;

The packing, the boxes,

The aching back, to come;

Oh, the great excitement,

with everything so new;

All the work, that must be done,

Can't stop until we're thru;

Change can be so wonderful,

A breath of life renewed;

I love all new beginnings,

This poem could be construed;

It's not I, I write about,

Tho, I wish it were;

Almost my time, to change my scene,

On this we can concur;

I am eager, till it's my turn,

The boxes lay in wait;

Beloved possessions, in them go,

My moving day is fate;

There's no good byes, to what once was,

Can be no looking back;

They go amongst the things we store,

Our treasures, that we pack;

Until it's time to move ahead,

I watch my daughters joys;

Delight in all her new beginnings,

New home, with husband and boys.