I don't know what's the reason,
Perhaps it's change that's in the air,
But I'm feeling somewhat nostaligic,
And a sense of loss is everywhere.
Life as I've always known it,
Soon will meet a rousing end,
And I cling to certain memories,
Remembered joys, a special friend.
I sift through a thousand photos,
Holding close good times I had,
Somehow, it helps diminish thoughts,
Of any memories that were bad.
I am busy packing boxes,
Sorting out my cherished things,
Each coveted treasure that I wrap,
With it, a memory brings.
I hear the laughter of my boys,
Tumbling about in play,
That any glassware survived at all,
Is a mystery to this day!
Soon, I fly away to India,
Six months away from home,
I'm excited about this adventure,
Yet I'll be fearful, as I roam.
As one approaches seventy,
And one's body squeaks and groans,
It's harder to meet the challenges,
And face the new unknowns.
I shall manage as I've always done,
Since travel''s been good to me,
I've found the world a special place,
If you treat all with dignity.
When, once again, I find a home,
I'll have new memories to share,
I hope I can become more my old self,
And not give up in despair!
Carmen Henesy
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