MOVING
Do you know how much good junk accumulates in a loving home?
Now we are up and moving and quite far up north we go to roam,
And the thought of carting all of it with the stuff we really need,
But it breaks my heart to leave it, and hungry garage salers feed .
All the Christmas decorations accumulated over many years
Each ornament with memories through happiness and fears,
Curtains hung at windows keeping both warmth and cold out
Yet don’t fit the new windows I just want to scream and shout.
The old pots and pans and things they should be all thrown away,
But they have cooked and baked well for us for many a long day,
It’s almost saying you are old, I need them all bright and shiny new,
But I am getting old if someone threw me out what would I do!
I am a sentimentalist and treasure things of little or no worth,
I need to be much more firm, not soft, really get down to earth,
Be able to part with some things or more trucks we will need,
And when we have moved where to put stuff, I should take heed.
I will be strong and maybe just give my good junk all away,
Then I don’t think I will feel as guilty at the end of the day,
Mind you the kitchen will look grand with new pots in array,
So I will see what I can do and see what will go and stay.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 8 July 2005
2005/4638/moving/family/home