Moving Day

My son’s new home awaits him –
Freshly painted, scrubbed and bare.
I hope it will embrace him
And that he’ll be happy there.

We raised him in the city
But he’s always yearned for space
And now, with wife and baby,
He has found his nesting place.

It isn’t all that far away
But lacks that city strife,
A lovely place to raise a child
And settle with a wife.

I’ll have to drive to visit now.
We’re thirty miles apart;
But there will always be a spot
For him within my heart...

And for his family as well –
His new suburban son,
Whose growing days and escapades
Have only just begun.

The moving truck will be there soon;
The rooms will warm and fill.
We’ll gather on Thanksgiving,
Celebration on the bill.