Four days left here
And I'm finally feeling the last-days-scramble panic
To empty this house
While fielding 3 kids feeling cut loose and unsure
Pack concisely and sensibly
This we need yet
That will be picked up tomorrow
This we can pack
What about that thing?
How many bags?
How heavy are they?
All that mind whirling mess.
And tonight's goodbyes to a late looming friendship
Have opened the door
And leaving time emotions swirl and want to push their way in
I don't want to let them yet
Not ready
No time
And yet, if I don't listen to me,
how can I be the guide for my young ones
Uncomfortable
With surprising reactions
Of unnamed feelings
Within their own skins?
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