A Poem for my In-Laws

I came across this poem yesterday, written by Helen M. Hartman, and I immediately thought of "Mom & Dad" Adams. Although they had lots of help from the gracious church people down there, I know that moving is always such a chore! We're praying for you 2, and we love you!



Moving Day

The moving is all over,
The vans have rolled away,--
And I stand in consternation
Where confusion holds full sway.
Around me heaps of boxes
Bulging--bursting--gaping wide!
As I look, I wish to blazes
I could run away and hide.

Oh! the days that lie before me
While I clear away the mess
And endeavor to establish
Law and order, more or less,
Seeking spoons and hunting dishes;
Where's the towel? where's the soap?
Salt and pepper, tea and coffee?
Why, you're sitting on them, dope!

Now we've put away the kettles,
But there's still much to be done;
Countless errands keep us busy
Ustairs, downstairs, on the run;
Laying carpets, painting cupboards,--
Where's the turpentine and brush?
Hurry, hurry; do keep busy!
We can finish if we rush.

Then at last the house is cosy,
Tables polished; windows shine;
Silver gleaming on clean linen--
The effect is really fine.
Everything has been remembered;
Our address is in the mail
And we wait for friendly callers
Who are coming without fail.

But I think, Oh, may I never
Never, ever move again!
In this house I'd like so much
Forever to remain!
And may I all past "movings"
Of my former life forget
And set me down within these walls
And set, and set, and set!