We’re done moving.
It’s time to settle down, settle in, and settle up.
And there’s a lot of settling up to do,
When you go from two homes, to none, and back to two.
Yes, there have been boxes to get through.
At a combined age of 106, what can you do?
We’ve reduced and renewed, rented and re-used,
Reclaimed and recycled the stuff of our lives.
There are stories to tell ’bout chimneys and bricks and fire pits.
Of tomes unread, and the friends who stayed when others fled.
But meanwhile…
Here’s to book club, and Oscar nights.
To dreams catching hold, while others take flight.
To Rick, and me, and the Muse makes three.
And to choosing to live in the day’s soft light.
OK – so it’s times like this I want to call you “Kate” and say something that waffles between vacuous and profund, like: “Kate – Two form a multitude.” There. Did it. Two true, too very true. -Nancy
🙂 Vewy, vewy twue. And vewy, vewy sweet.
Hang tight, spring is in sight. Yahooooo!
Amen, sista! You poet, you.