MOVING ON…
The removal men are coming to take me away.
And I sit in my room, my heart all a flutter.
I look out of my window and panic engulfs me.
I see the garden I have tended so lovingly, so true .
The shrubs and the plants are looking their best,
Oh have pity, do not abandon us, they cry.
The birds sing sweetly and the sun shines above,
How can I move away, but I know that I must?
The removal men are now here,
And my life sits before me in reusable boxes.
Reusable by others, but I fear not by me.
They will take me and my life to the Care Home,
So that strangers can look after me.
I say goodbye to the house and goodbye to my friends,
And goodbye to the life I have loved.
How can I move away, but my children say that I must?
The removal men have all gone.
And I sit in a different room and my mind asks the question,
‘Well I’m here, but what is left for me now?’
My past life has gone and my future’s uncertain,
But I look out of the window at new trees and flowers,
The birds all sing sweetly and the sun shines above,
I can still count my blessings, I have memories so clear,
That even though I have moved, part of me’s still there.
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When dad died a couple of months back they wanted my mother in a care home due to her health issues. Yet as a family we've made a rota and take it in turns to care for her in her own home.