We’ve packed up the crock pot and stock pot
along with our nightly meals of
red swedish candy fish
flavored dreams
We’re using only homeopathic medication
meditation and masturbation to soothe
our tight tired
muscles
Thank you for all your kind letters
and support over the
years
We’ve left a note attached to the refrigerator
affixed with a magnet, in case you
need to get in
touch
We’re off to a place where every table
has a bottle of hot
sauce
If you can handle it use it, a few
shakes will take you
places
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Her Two Cents
Here’s a thought for the weekend: if you were to leave your home forever, where would you go and what would you take along? Would you leave a note? Who would it be for? What would it say? Just because you leave a place forever doesn’t mean you wouldn’t want to remember and be remembered somehow, someway.
AP says
My folks lived in the same house for forty-four years. The night they moved out, I slept there one last time. I wanted to wring the last bit of life from the only home I’d known.
That night I learned that what made those walls home, owed everything to it being the place where they were.
The next morning, I didn’t leave a note.
I showered, dressed, locked the door on my way out, and walked to their new home, and mine.