Bubble wrap and boxes,
Stacked in the hall,
All around the kitchen,
Lining every wall.
Packing away the treasures,
Accumulated over the years,
Packing away memories,
Bringing on the tears.
Moving house is stressful,
Peaceful nights are few,
So many people to contact,
So many things to do.
When it is all over,
And moving day does reign,
It's off to the new place,
Where bubble wrap and boxes,
Fill the rooms again!
Taken from my book From My Heart Inside My Head. I wrote this when we emigrated in 2005. We moved from our house to an apartment then into a villa in Cyprus. The packing and unpacking was endless.
Today I dedicate it to the author of Wasted; Nicola Morgan. She has approximately 7-8 moves to make. I do not envy her the task.
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Oh, I have NEVER had a poem dedicated to me, even temporarily! Thank you so much. (Have you seen in my flat, then??)
ReplyDeleteLOL Nicola, I have a good imagination, so I can imagine what it looks like!
ReplyDeleteOh, you really hit the mark on this one! Moving is a pain in the arse!! I've done it several times and LOATHE moving.
ReplyDeleteHaving said that, this is wonderfully written, Glynis and fun to read =)
Sure is Wendy! I had three weeks to wait for the ship to dock with my boxes. So I took the time to lay in the sun and relax. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by.
Hi Glynis
ReplyDeleteI love the title of this! I can just imagine the chaos in moving, not only house, but country too!
But I'm sure it was worth all the work involved.
A lovely poem. :)
Hello Margaret, yes it was worth it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the compliment.