Poem

[hrj]

I am mourning the thought of leaving this house
Like the anticipation of a death in the family,
And yet --
The things I have done to make it my own,
I could do again.
The things I have surrounded myself with to line my nest
Would come with me.
And wherever I go,
I will plant plums and roses.
There must always be plums and roses.

Comments

[klwilliams.livejournal.com]

Change is scary, and can be horribly sad. It can also be an exciting new adventure. I hope you move to a safe neighborhood close to friends, that is a good place for plums and roses.