I go, but do not mourn for me
Or grieve that I will never see
The springtime blossom on the tree
Bear autumn gold.
The journey calls, the way is clear,
No longer will you find me here,
The door will close without a tear,
The hearth is cold.
Perhaps these walls will soon forget
The memories they hold, and yet
I leave them gladly, no regret
The bell has tolled.
I’m following a new-born star.
I go, but I do not go far,
(It takes two minutes in the car
Or so I’m told.)
I’m moving house; within new walls
I’ll wait until adventure calls
(While fetching endless tennis balls
From where they’ve rolled.)
But just for now, it’s madness here
And Moving Day draws all too near
As one by one the rooms I clear
And pack and fold.
The dog’s escaped and on the run,
So if you miss me till I’m done,
It’s not as if I’m having fun
On moor and wold.
I’m packing boxes, bags and case
As daily, ‘gainst the clock I race
And small, self-walking dogs I chase
When off she’s strolled.
The house around me is a tip,
The old arthritis gives me gyp,
Much more of this, I think I’ll flip!
I’m feeling old…
But in a week or so I know
I’ll have a brand new home to grow
With seeds of laughter I can sow
If I am bold.
So do not mourn the ancient tree,
I’ll plant another just for me
And from my armchair* watch and see
New roots take hold.
*Okay, so I don’t actually have an armchair yet***.
**Ani says she’ll let me share her sofa for a while.