Moving Day (Because I Told My Wife I’d Reminisce Like This)
Honey, I’m walking around the now
empty condo where not long ago
we brought home our baby girl.
The moving truck is gone and I am
fondly gazing at the front door
remembering that moment
two fools walked blindly
into the ‘fresh meat’
first time parents
abyss.
In our daughter’s old room now
waxing poetic about fumbling
with diapers, trying to get her
back to sleep, take a nap
get her in the bath, read
a story or hide and seek
behind her bed.
One last glance back at the empty
living room, close my eyes, hear
the laughter, the tears, see the sun
shining on us, see our baby becoming a girl.
This spacious ole place in West LA
with the nasty carpet and high ceiling
hosted a new family well and will
forever be a little piece of us
wherever we call home.
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