The rumble of men’s voices
grunting shifts beneath
heavy wooden furnishings
The transition is underway
Broom and cloth at hand
I hover out of sight
Will erase each vestige of us
bless this passage, prepare
to welcome the new.
(Moving day! Prewritten for Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: transition. Image mine.
We will not have access to the internet for a few days. I hope to be back on the weekend.)
A perfect poem for moving day! Reminds me of the many times I have moved. We’ve been where we are now for 5 years and don’t plan on moving anytime soon. Whew! Good luck with your move!
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Thanks Eugi. We thought we were settled before…oh well…
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My pleasure! It will be worth it in the end.
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Nicely penned! Happy moving 🤗
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Thanks so much!
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Moving day, I remember them too well… I’ve been in my little place for 3 years now, but before that, I moved 5 times in 5 years 🙄
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Oh my! And my kids think we are bad, lol.
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This is a perfect moving day poem!! It should be in a life’s transitions anthology.
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Thanks Liz! We can all relate, I’m sure.
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Loved the poem
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Thanks.
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Good luck this week! Love this poem. Thinking of you and sending you all the good vibes and moving angels your way. xo
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Thanks so much. Had a rough start – both Ric and I ended up in ER, for very different reasons – but all is well now. Kids were an incredible help and neighbours all pitched in to provide meals. We are very blessed.
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Thank God you are both doing better. And also for the blessings of your children. They obviously have amazing parents!! 🏡❤️
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Shucks, lol.
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Very moving!
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Lol.
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