MOVING OUT AFTER 30 YEARS

After 30 years my wife and I are moving house, since my stroke my wife has had to manage all the chores which included outside chores. Gardening, mowing keeping the front and backyard tidy.

An opportunity to move to a smaller more managable home came up and we jumped at it. It's a two bedroom unit with an easy care garden and a more modern and efficient home.

Our garden will be our greatest loss, however we are looking forward to a new challenge. At our age we are fortunate to have new challenges and no doubt we will meet new people which is always a plus.

All we have to do now is turn our new abode into a HOME.

The thought of leaving caused me to think about what a home is, so I penned this short poem I hope it means something to most of you.

A HOME

It's only when we leave it

That we ever really know

Just what it is to have a home

Somewhere safe to go

It's a bit like it's a mother

The feeling of warmth you get

When you snuggle up in bed

In the night if you wake you know

Your in a home, you belong

Over the years if it had ears

It's heard the crying and the laughs

The noise of wind, sound of storms

If it could feel would it know

When it was night, when it was day

If it was sunny, frosty or driving rain

Would it know we keep the garden neat

Trim the trees and cut the grass

If it could see us leaving

Would it remember all the good times

Fresh paint we gave it now and then

The fires we lit to keep it warm

Cleaning windows sweeping paths

I wonder will it miss us very much

Or will it open it's doors

Make another family a new home

Then it will see it all over again

The children growing, then go away

The parents they get older

It gets harder to clean

Then they just have to pack up

And leave this home, goodbye

The homes still a home

And do you know why

Because that's what we make it

That's all, that's why

S W T Read October 2010

WE'RE MOVING

THE HOME-- A VIEW FROM THE BREAKFAST TABLE--