In the midst of chaotic junks
Encumbered by a cluttered thought:
Rubbles here, rubbles over there
And rubbles everywhere;
As if, the earthquake inherited me
Its rattling remnant of a ruin.
Where, on earth, these amass of scraps
Ever came from and how they got here?
Everything seem useful yet unhelpful
For all the boxes, large and small
Won’t fit them all.
Ah, headaches, pity me headaches!
True, the place is empty now
Only with loved ones
Who’ve gone away;
They left their precious treasures
With me that make me smile, and,
Memories evoke my tears to fall.
Boxes after boxes, boxes after boxes;
Some are heavy and some are light.
Some are tall and some are little.
How a little midget like me
Manage to pack them all!
Only heaven knows how.
Furnitures have to go
And other things too!
I don’t need them anymore
Nor will I want them again.
In a new life I will rebuild,
For me, a fresh start will do.
I will bid you, my home adieu
I will take the remembrance of
Our happy times here with you
The good things we’ve done for you
Our sweet home, beloved garden,
We will all miss life in this abode of love.
Copyright@greenmeadow, 20 November 2007
QH NSW Australia