Sometimes poems just arrive, little slices of my life. Some of you who read my posts regularly know that I am making some life changes, I am cleaning things out of my house, preparing for a move sometime in the future. I want to be nearer to my daughter and family and to my school.
I’ve lived in my house for 34 years and although I do not save everything, my husband has saved quite a lot, some of which are good collections and some that needs throwing out. So, I’ve started, and I have no pressure from anyone to make big changes like a move, yet this poem kind of appeared a few days ago. I think this poem is telling me to slow down, be patient, and the right time will come.
Sometime in the past year
the word downsize was said.
I wonder why it’s talked about;
I’m planning to bury my head
when someone wishes for me
to clean out, donate and such.
I’ll simply plug my ears and say
I don’t want to very much.
I’d rather not speak of condos
or units all on one floor.
I wish they would stop talking
about giving me a tour.
I like my house, I like my things
I like the extra space.
It isn’t like I need to give up,
forfeit like it’s a race.
It’s just this thing called living
means I’m getting older every day.
And someday soon I’ll make the call,
but for now I think I’ll stay.
I’m excited to travel back to Missouri with my daughter and my granddaughters to visit family next week. I’m going to take a break from blogging until August. See you then!