Moving on, always strong.
A poem — We’re on to our third home In just this last month. Nomadic by nature, Homeful by circumstance. Our abundance of homes, Transient as they are, Fulfills the travelers urge, And breaks the family’s heart. Exhausted, we unpack already Dreading the next re-pack. Excited, we explore and search For each a spot to call our own. Borrowed spaces, borrowed beauty Borrowed lives, our own on hold, We visit and we dream. Our dreams They grow, while life unfolds.