Moving houses

Moving houses,

I have no memory of packing things to take,

Into boxes and bags,

Flung into the trailer dad tows behind the car,

Only the spiderwebs of memories,

Not wanting to leave the family home,

Not wanting to trespass into Nanna’s own.

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