End of the Childhood Home – A Tanka

Written as I looked back on the day I sent a moving van north containing just the things we thought we could store for my mother.

Departing at dawn
one truck full of memories
Flowing steadily
from the house to the dumpster
all the things we left behind

© 2017 William Herndon, All Rights Reserved

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