A Home Among the Stars

Home is slowly moving away.

Without asking, with no warning

Home is making its way

To a place amongst the stars

First Grandpa left

His crooked grins and playful pranks

Not to be seen or heard again

In their place nothing but eerie blanks

Then Grandma went.

Like the soft breeze that cools the skin

Her absence left a cold dent

Right in the middle of my heart

Now daddy said “it’s my turn, kid.

I pray God takes this pain away.”

And so he passed, rested in peace

Said “no worries, with the Lord I’ll be okay.”

Some People talk excitedly about moving.

Fill up houses, buy many a thing

Then get bored, call the garbage man

Throw it all and hit the road again.

But my house is the one moving

Piece by piece, brick by brick

With the foundation plucked

Where should I now stick?

For the time is long before I go

That at least is what I hope

Yet it means life without them

All I can do is try and cope

Mother said to me

“This cob of ours is looking toothless,

Kernels dropping off one by one,

We are ever more less.”

But this is life, dear Daughter

Remember what Grandma said

Is only pain that reminds you

You are not yet dead