Moving Day

My son moved out today…

He packed the clothes he would need,
the books he wanted near,
his favorite mementos,
and said goodbye to his dog.

He hugged his sister, his mother,
and me,
setting his sights on new chapters and grand
excited by the anticipation
of great things to come.

While we are not sure what to do,
other than pet the dog
and avoid the empty room
at the end of the hall.



Filed under Poetry

5 responses to “Moving Day

  1. My daughter’s a junior, we have a couple more years of high school before I have to channel my heartbreak into poems.. Plenty of colleges right where we are, but no — she wants an adventure..
    Tough times for parents. Feeling for you, Mark.

  2. Hug your wife. Often.

  3. Shawna

    Wow. That last stanza was a gut punch.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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