Poetry Blog 8

I don't think this is very creative, but I'm blogging it anyway.

Goodbye to Childhood (I guess that's the title?)

Goodbye...

Excitedly to predictability
And always knowing what next year will bring
Refreshingly to the same bedrooms cluttered with memorabilia
From every previous of eighteen years

Nostalgically to boxes still in closets from my 6th grade upheaval
And clothes on the bottom of the bottom drawer
Unworn for years

Relievingly to the gas tank that devours my wallet
The "click, click, click" of the '95 engine
That's been chugging along almost as long as I have

Independently to decisions made for me:
"I bought you more shampoo"
"Spaghetti is for dinner"
"Go to your mom's at exactly 5:30 tonight."

Maturely to class, class, lunch, class, class
A rhythm of stress and work, interrupted by two days of (partial) rest
And friends one day, betrayal observed the following
Thankfully to that kid who exchanges my hard work for his rest

Hesitantly to Mom's house and Dad's house

To bags packed every week

But most of all goodbye readily to so many small transitions--

And an anticipating hello to one monumental move