We tackled Grace's room today
She sprang surprises over and over
What she was willing to pack away already
What she wanted to take with us
What she was uninterested in keeping at all
The expected frustration of
Change resistant protests
Just never came
Rather she enjoyed
The rediscovery and sorting process
Her once precious flying dragons
casually handed to Aiden
For play (and inevitable destruction)
Her usually cluttered dresser top
Very nearly swept clean
A big box very nearly fully packed
A usually empty garbage can
Now stuffed to over flowing
And other treasured items set aside
I had gone slowly, carefully asking
Do you still need these things out?
Will this change stress you?
She was confident and carefree
Until bedtime
Then the changes in her room
Loomed evident
But bravely she declined
To unpack even a little
After all, we had left a lot untouched
Perhaps she is feeling
The sombreness of reality
First settling in your heart,
"This is the beginning of the end
This leaving is real"
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