’Twas the night before Move-In Day


‘Twas the Night Before Move-In Day

’Twas the night before Move-In Day and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.

The totes were lined up by the back door with care,
in hopes that somehow they’d fit next to the spare.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
but not me—I sat there awake, my heart filled with dread.

I am ALREADY missing my daughter.


Eyes filled with tears and a Kleenex in my grasp,
I thought about her birth, her life and her path.

As a baby, she was all cuddly and sweet,
and her toddler years she was fast on her feet.

In junior high, through puberty, sports and boys,
she grew nearly a foot and brought me such joy.

Her heart became generous and faithful and kind,
she touched little lives, one day at a time.

Now this adult-child of ours, all grown up and ready
to embark on a journey made me feel quite unsteady.

But like any good mom, I…

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