moving

The bumpy roads 

And the sounds of Mom’s jewelry

Chiming and jingling

Against the big blue ribbon holding them together

In the back of the stuffed van

With me I held my most precious things,

My favorite plushies

And blanket

There on the seat

I’ve never liked long car rides

But this one was different than the others

I’d never be going back there,

I’d never live the same life I had been living

But of course, I didn’t realize that

For I was only three

All my little eyes could see

Were the new friends and things 

All waiting for me