Cartons are here
Time to pack
Sort and Throw
Keep or Sell
Moving again
Too often too quick
Maybe learn to stay
Stop going away
There is nothing wrong
With staying here
But what is wrong
WIth moving away
It creates a filter
Through which I squeeze
Letting go of things
And taking some along
It declutters my wardrobe
Makes space for new
As I move on
To the next new place
Sometimes I change houses
Sometimes even countries
But these few cartons
They manage to come along
I will see a new place
I’ll make new friends
I’m nervous and scared
But it’s happened before
I know I’ll get through
I’ll be happy and excited
Soon I will get a sign
Saying this is your home
Maybe I’ll keep moving
Maybe I’ll stay then
But its too far away
To stress my heart for it
At least I’m sure
This life is for me
For making new homes
Means I’m living a life
A life with new meanings
New priorities and lessons
Lessons I’ll learn
Knowledge I’ll share
And when one day it’s time
For me to stay in one home
I can go through the cartons
And dig through my past
I’ll see I have lived
My lips will be smiling
I won’t regret a single move
Be it acceptable or not
My parents always question
My friends roll their eyes
But yes I’m moving again
And it will happen again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem