Adieu

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.