Unexpected, now accepted
we are moving again.
Back to the town we came
from, back to a country home.
We’ll live in a white shingled
house now, black shutters with
a wrap-around porch. Home
will be open, inviting,
a full yard leads into
the woods. There’s a fire-pit
for roasting marshmallows,
a patio with two seating groups.
Lush oaks tower over the grounds.
There’s a magnolia, palm trees,
lush plants. They all give it a scenic view.
Theres a garage for him to tinker in
a studio to keep my paints. But I
I didn’t expect to move again.
We’ve moved so many times.
This one should be the last.
At least, it seems like that now.
