When one door closes…

Sue’s moving words…

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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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…

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