Here is the poem my husband wrote to accompany our Christmas cards this year.
A walk on a Sunday around the lake
A spring-like Sunday – two/twenty-eight
A nostalgic talk of days before
In Columbia, home, from ‘74
Until we moved in twenty-oh-three
Naïve to the adventure that was to be
In building a house remote, all alone
And living there ten years and making it home
Plowing the driveway, sawing trees
It was fun (somewhat) but hard to see
How it would work out for the decades to come
With groundhog, deer and borer bee scrum
So four months post Lake Kittamaqundi
We downsized and sold everything sundry
Including the house and everything in it
Moved back to Columbia in what seemed like a minute
We’re liking it here in a CCRC*
Intellectually, we know it’s the place to be
All that’s left is for feelings to match
For our stomachs, eventually, our brains to catch
Last year gave no clue we’d make this move
Nothing is certain, this seems to prove
Who knows what surprises are on the next page?
We hope and wish that your ‘17
Is a time of enjoyment and pleasures keen
Best wishes to you for all the best
For joy and happiness in your daily quests
Consider this my Christmas card to you.
Merry Christmas from Poland
ReplyDeleteIf I don't make it by tomorrow, I wanted to wish you and your family a wonderful Christmas! Thank you for being such a. great blog friend!
ReplyDelete...warmest Christmas greeting, Marcia.
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