Leaving

Precise to plans I drew myself,
To house my future and my past.
Space for children, work, and play,
Built strongly - made to last.

Connected with community,
Deep roots and friends abound.
Invested in longevity,
We'd planned to stick around.

The children learned to love this place,
We parents did the same.
Now plans have changed, and we must go,
A pawn in life's harsh game.

In packing up and leaving here,
I go as duty calls.
With heavy heart and misty eyes,
To cope where my lot falls.

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