Funday Times - A Poem for the week

Going abroad
By Kokila Perera (13 years) Royal Institute, (Havelock Road Branch)

With a grunt and a heave everything's packed,
And the moving van rumbles down the track,
The house seems bigger and hollow,
And the atmosphere is filled with sorrow.

With an eerie silence ringing through my ears,
I glance at the walls so bare and queer,
Faint patches where pictures had hung,
Are remnants on walls that had never looked so glum.

Feeling isolated and nauseous too,
I trudged upstairs dreading tomorrow's move,
Gazing into the starry sky,
The feeling of nostalgia made me cry.

Thanking friends and forgiving foes,
With a heavy heart I closed,
My eyes thinking no more.

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