Adieu
To bid adieu to my childhood home,
These walls that hold my stories,
These floors that know the sound
Of my childish, bare feet running.
These windows that know the dreams
Of innocent eyes looking out into the rain.
To bid adieu is an impossible thing.
So, as I gently bring my motor to life,
I say, So long, see you soon,
Though it feels like soon may not come soon.
This, my childhood home—
A refuge and an oasis
Of love and nourishment
In a season of uncertainty.
I can only say so long;
See you later.