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Letter to the New Owner

Today your mother and father
will take your small hand,
and lead you across the threshold
into your new home.
The door is open wide
to bid us farewell
and grant you hello.
The lukewarm October sun
shines over our belongings
carried one by one across the lawn.

My end today is your beginning.            Soon you'll discover the comfort
With round eyes you'll take in the dust-   of your new bedroom,
filled rooms, spumed by the removal        cast in morning glow
of our belongings to make room for yours.  making the daisies on the wall
It will not be long before                 almost look real.
you call this place your home
just as I did when I was your young age.   As the years pass you'll learn
                                           the comforting creak of the heater
                                           on a winter night,
                                           and find just the right spot

                                           on the backyard hill, that will carry you
                                           the farthest on a sled.
                                           Inspring the big old maple will
                                           be your ladder to the sky
                                           on strong leafy limbs,

                                           and summer's heat will bid you to dance
                                           among the dandelions and drink
                                           the sweet juice of garden strawberries.

                                           Now it is fall, and the sign emblazoned
                                           SOLD topples in the cold wind.
                                           Neat piles of leaves are waiting
                                           to be dispersed with a jump.
                                           There's still time before the sun
                                           goes down to make a fort in
                                           the cornfield before it's plowed,
                                           so find a fluff of milkweed pod

                                           and wish that this home will be yours forever,
                                           sending it with the breeze.

                                           Jennifer Vick

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