a poem in my pocket

“so when is moving day?”
some people want to know
for us, it isn’t just one day
we like to move in slow!

a year ago we purchased house
(now it’s been even longer)
as we remodel step by step
the feel of home grows stronger

first, old windows must replace
peel popcorn from the ceiling
plain doors and cupboards to remove
each mess we make needs dealing

a crew comes in to texture,
ceilings and walls they paint
we’re trying to retire…
do all ourselves? we caint!

design a stone face fireplace
and nail barn wood on wall
saw, stain and poly (bases covered)
new cabinets installed

meanwhile, back at farmhouse
i’m organizing stuff that
we’ve accumulated over years
past time to say, “enough!”

to pack in box, give, throw away
can be hard to decide
when love is moving memories
old treasures offer ride

each time i drive to new house,
i bring a little more
basement done, put books on shelves
down there full boxes store

plank floor, appliances are in
it’s time to move the rest
sons and wives take many loads
you know, they’re just the best!

it’s taking time to organize
(waiting on dining set)
he builds a shed, re-does garage
no, we’re not finished yet!