Moving

 

‘We don’t want to go’ was our constant cry.

But, with age and wisdom on their side,

our parents had the final word.

 

Dad had a job he was eager to start.

He went first, nearly breaking my heart.

Six months I had without his smile.

 

From London to Thetford we had to go,

our goods packed up, the move such a blow –

not wanting to leave all we knew.

 

Now dad makes Thermos flasks for a living,

he works so hard, is almost driven,

and he comes home with melted soles.

 

But time moves on, and we changed our thinking.

Better schools – and the house we live in –

now we call this place our home.

 

 

 

Written 2009. Published in Poetry.com, 2013.

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