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by Mary Ellen Smith

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The sign goes up tomorrow

and the memories of voices past

echo through the rooms

down the hall

into one child's bedroom

and then the other.

All grown up now

they have traded

little chubby legs and arms

for these adults

that swell my heart with pride and love.

So it will be hard to leave the childhood

home of their youths

and I will listen carefully with my heart

these next days

and cherish the shadow

sounds that remind me

of all the love within these walls.

08/20/2007

Posted on 08/21/2007
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 08/21/07 at 03:09 PM

aw. sniffle. where's my tissue?

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/22/07 at 08:59 PM

A bittersweet view of moving.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/24/07 at 07:23 PM

Oh, I wish you could keep the legacy going for the grandchildren. I know my step daughter would be lost without grandma and grandpa's house!

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