Deep in thought for what lies ahead.
She fought off the resistance,
As I yanked her out of bed.
Why did things have to change?
She was happy back at home.
Plagued by piercing nervous pangs,
As her imagination began to roam.
She was new to her surroundings,
Most of her friends had gone away.
In a sea of self- doubt she was drowning,
While I reassured her it would be okay.
After I helped her settle in,
She looked up at me betrayed.
As if I tore her from her humble origins,
To be thrust in the wilderness as prey.
Suddenly, a welcoming committee of her peers,
Invited her to join them for dinner.
She discreetly wiped away her tears,
As she waved goodbye to me a winner.
When I turned to close the door,
Alas she hugged me all forgiving,
By her side, as she glided down the floor;
Introducing me to her new friends in assisted living.
-Julie Kemp Pick