Moving Poem by Jan E Smith

Moving



Boxes to the ceiling
Souvenirs of the past
Confused on what I’m feeling
Nothing seems to last

This house has been our home
A place to live for years
Leaving, though not a lone
My eyes swell up with tears

Were moving to a strange place
Ceilings high and white
Trying so hard to embrace
A life without a fight

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Jan E Smith

Jan E Smith

Santa Cruz, California
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