Oh I will miss
The pitter-patter of
My niece's little feet,
When I pack up
And move house.
Oh I will miss
The fragrant and delicious
Cooking of my mom,
Commingled with her admonitions,
When I pack up
And move house.
Oh I will miss
All the familiarity and comfort
That I grew up with
The last 30 years.
When I pack up
And move house,
A chapter will come to an end
And I'll begin another.
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