There's a little paradise garden waiting for me,
Attached to a dream house that became reality
Now I pack our stuff, in brown little boxes
Grazing with hands unspoken responses
To questions I had perhaps millions years ago
About you, about me, if you'll follow if I go…
I'm packing pictures from a past,
Filled with smiles that didn't last
Time to donate those fancy clothes,
I never wear them, I suppose.
How about my devil red pajamas
With feet attached, queen of hot mommas?!
LOL, they have to go, I belong to new chapters
Feet are grounded, no more fashion disasters!
I loved our home, but something was missing
Our future in it was no longer hissing
It was like a sweet note, a very short letter...
We always point it out how it could be better!
And fate made it so, to find our new home
All our roads lead us to our own Rome!
For our little girls, we found them a castle
This home could represent the end of our hustle
The boxes are filling but don't want the past
I just want to built smiles that a lifetime will last
We already started a digital collection
Happy family it's our goal to perfection!
We used to hold hands and just go to nowhere,
And now we're mature, we're going somewhere!
I'm so proud of you, I'm so proud of us
Seeing you gloat it's just another plus!
These brown boxes, we really don't need
We have each other, that's how we succeed
Attached to a dream house that became reality,
There's a little paradise garden waiting for me
With a maple tree in the middle, another plus,
Beneath I will write about smiles, about us.
I took a little break from packing to write this little poem.I wish there were more time , but there's so much to do, I miss reading poems here on HP.