Moving Days

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Boxes, bundles, bulging bags;

Labels, lists, and colored tags;

Lift and heft ‘til shoulder sags—

The move begins.

Find a spot, a place, a nook,

Fill each shelf with vase or book,

Organize to please the cook—

We’re moving in.

Every room is full of stuff,

Owners cry, “It is enough!”

Donate extra cup and cuff—

The move grinds on.

Boxes gone without a trace;

Table, chairs are in their place;

Settled in our rented space—

The move is done.

Not far ahead –Eternity!

No labelled box shall burden me;

No baggage on my shoulder be—

My Final Move.        

                                          -Sara Nolt