This Evening I can Write the Saddest Lines
I wrote this poem after the last boxes were packed up from our home in Annapolis in July 2019. I stood surveying the emptiness of the house, resting in the weight of its hollowness. We didn't know what lay ahead. We were moving to Ethiopia.
This evening I can write the saddest lines*
How I loved to hear their squeals of delight.
To think that I have lost this, to feel that it is gone.
And the verse falls to my soul, like the sun setting in our backyard
The house is empty and they are not with me.
My soul is not satisfied that we are leaving.
My heart aches for them but they are not with me.
We of these years are no longer the same
My heart searched the halls for a way to make us stay
New halls, new kitchens, new laughter, new tears, new love.
Because through nights like this one, I kissed my beloved’s lips,
Our eyes searching into each other.
My soul is satisfied that we have our family.
And these the last verses I write for our home in Cape St. Claire.