The Moving Out Poem
When I am gone to the ghost
Of somewhere new, oak trees,
Cigarettes, a silk scarf dyed
Out of love for a daughter
Will be torn from me like rag dolls
After disease.
But I will not forget,
And I will tape our words to my headboard
As we wrap panic into goodbye notes
Written in the margins of books
I can’t bear to leave behind.
-Because I leave for Boston Wednesday. Much love to all my friends and family, whom I will miss.
Of somewhere new, oak trees,
Cigarettes, a silk scarf dyed
Out of love for a daughter
Will be torn from me like rag dolls
After disease.
But I will not forget,
And I will tape our words to my headboard
As we wrap panic into goodbye notes
Written in the margins of books
I can’t bear to leave behind.
-Because I leave for Boston Wednesday. Much love to all my friends and family, whom I will miss.