A Moving Poem

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‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE MOVING DAY

‘ TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE MOVING DAY WHEN ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE
NOT A JACKET LEFT HANGING, NOT EVEN A BLOUSE
THE BOXES STACKED HIGH ON THE DINING ROOM WALL
IN HOPES THAT A TODDLER WOULD NOT TRIP AND FALL

THE CHILDREN WERE SLEEPING UPON THEIR TWIN BEDS
WHILE VISIONS OF BUBBLE WRAP DANCED IN THEIR HEADS
AND MAMMA UN-SHOWERED, AND DAD IN A TEE
WERE HIGH ON THE FUMES OF THE MAGIC SHARPEE

WHEN FROM THE KITCHEN THEIR AROSE SUCH A CLATTER
“THAT BOX WILL NOT FIT MY GRANDMOTHER’S PLATTER!”
THE PROFANITY FLEW FROM MY MOUTH WITH A FLASH
AS I THREW THAT OLD PLATTER INTO THE TRASH

THE STRANGEST OF KEEPSAKES I SIMPLY CAN’T PART
LIKE THE LATE DOG’S COLLAR IN THE SHAPE OF A HEART
OLD PREGNANCY TESTS AND MY HOMECOMING CROWN
TEN THOUSAND GUITAR PICKS JUST LYING AROUND

WITH A RATHER LARGE DRIVER AND A TRUCK TO MANEUVER
I KNEW IN A MOMENT, THESE MUST BE THE MOVERS
WITH PADS AND WITH ROPES AND WITH DOLLYS THEY CAME
I WONDER IF THEIR MOTHERS REALLY GAVE THEM THOSE NAMES

“NOW CHEVY! NOW FAT BOY! NOW BLAZE FORTY SIPPIN’!
PLEASE DO NOT SMOKE, AND NO, I AIN’T TRIPPIN’
TO THE TOP OF THE ATTIC! TO THE TOP OF THE WALL!
NOW HAUL AWAY! HAUL AWAY! HAUL AWAY ALL!”

BACK AND FORTH, DOWN AND UP THE STAIRS THEY DO CLIMB
WHEN THEY MEET WITH AN OBSTACLE, THEY TAKE THEIR SWEET TIME
‘TIL UP TO THEIR BALD HEADS THEY GLISTEN WITH SWEAT
WHILE FORTY’S OUT BACK ON HIS NINTH CIGARETTE

AND THEN FROM THE HOUSETOP, MY SWEETHEART, HE SAID.
“I FOUND SHERIFF WOODY’S HAT UNDER THE BED!”
IF ONLY THE SAME COULD BE SAID FOR MY GLASSES
FOR P90X AND THOSE FREE MOVIE PASSES

I CLEARED EVERY SHELF, EVERY DRAWER, EVERY CLOSET
I THREW AWAY CORN FLAKES FROM WHEN BUSH WAS IN OFFICE
AND A BOX FULL OF CABLES THAT BELONGED TO MY SPOUSE
AND A FEW KNIVES I “BORROWED” FROM OUTBACK STEAKHOUSE

A BUNDLE OF TOYS, BLAZE JUST FLUNG ON HIS BACK
HE LOOKED LIKE A GANGSTA THAT JUST BUSTED A CAP
HIS EYES– HOW THEY SHIFTED! HIS T-SHIRT HOW RED!
“IF YOU SEE DA POLICE, WARN A BROTHER!“, IT SAID

THE STUMP OF A PIPE HE HELD IN HIS GOLD TEETH
AND THE SMOKE IT ENCIRCLED HIS HEAD LIKE A WREATH
HE HAD A BROAD FACE AND A MUCH BROAD-ER BELLY
THAT SHOOK WHEN HE HAULED LIKE A BOWL FULL OF JELLY

HE REACHED FOR THE CHINA ON TOP OF THE SHELF
I BELLOWED, “DON’T BREAK THAT!”, IN SPITE OF MYSELF
A WINK OF HIS EYE AND A DARK LOOK THAT SAID,
“BACK OFF OR I’LL SHRINK WRAP YOUR PIE HOLE INSTEAD”

HE SPOKE NOT A WORD, BUT WENT STRAIGHT TO HIS WORK
FOR DOUBTING HIS MAD SKILLS, I FELT LIKE A JERK
THESE GUYS ARE ALL PRO’S, NOW I AM SURE OF THIS
THEY’VE STACKED EVERY BOX LIKE A GAME OF TETRIS

HE SPRANG TO HIS TRUCK, TO HIS TEAM GAVE A WHISTLE
WHEN I NOTICED THAT FORTY WAS PACKING A PISTLE
BUT I HEARD HIM EXCLAIM, ‘ERE HE DROVE OUT OF SIGHT
HAPPY MOVING TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!

{Image via Silke Cruz’ Pinterest}

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