48 Glendale, May 2021

48 Glendale Road

A palace of pink etched in time

Not especially cherished

But still one that has touched heart and mind

Knowing the home like the back of one’s hand

as the boxes are filled

to be sold

to be sent, to be moved

or buried as such

for the sacred items they hold

Bookending this chapter

that began as a child

with a joke

“I don’t know where we are”

to now as an adult

to surrender the space

And to remember what it held

from afar

Maybe not parties

or flourished gatherings

But a home for a family nonetheless

Hello to new beginnings

As you’ll be for another

And good-bye to the Pink Palace