As she began packing the boxes
She pictured her children, her family
Leaving to go somewhere new.
It was a dream of hers,
And his, to start over with a move
And to leave this old town.
But leaving her children's home town,
Their lives packed into labeled boxes,
Made it hard for her to move.
They struggled with the family,
Not listening to their father or her,
Not wanting to go somewhere new.
For them, the concept of a new
Life within a whole new town
Was overwhelming, and it hurt her
To watch them resist as she held the boxes
That held the history of her family.
She knew they did not want to move.
Watching their resistance, it made the move
All that more questionable. Was something new
Really what her children, her family,
Sought? Was the new town
Going to accept what was in their boxes?
It became an uncertainty that overtook her.
But she knew it was what her
Family needed- they had to move
Away from here with only their boxes
To a fresh start, to something new.
They needed to leave this old town
And put down new roots as a family.
She needed a clean slate for her family,
A less stressful way of life for her,
Him, and their children in a new town
That welcomed them. A move
Would do wonders for them—create a new
Outlook on the lives they had stuff into boxes.
Her family was the reason for the move
That took her to the new life in the
Town where they could finally get rid of the boxes.