Husband are moving from their large home to a
Mobile one, and they must dispose of most of
Their possessions.
It's hard.
I've downsized twice, and each time I
Agonized over what I could keep and
What had to go.
Even more difficult was saying good-by to
The cozy abode where I had lived with my
Husband,
Where I raised his girls after he was gone.
I sympathize with my friend.
I went to the tag sale at her house.
She wasn't there to see the strangers sort
Through her clothes, and jewelry, and
Linens and pretty things.
I wanted to speak up, "How dare we
Invade her privacy?"
But instead I bought two items as mementoes of
The many happy occasions I spent in the
Dwelling.
I grieve with my friend.
We are both sentimental souls.
The objects are just material things, it's true, but
Giving them up is still a loss.
Each one had a meaning attached to it.
Nevertheless, life goes on.
When the last of the dear couple's
Belongings have been trucked away, the
Structure will return to just being a
House, but their home will go with them,
The memories safely stored up in their
Hearts.