Folks, I’m amazed I’m even posting, but PAD means exactly that – a poem a day for the month of April. I KNOW I HAVE NEGLECTED RESPONDING TO YOUR COMMENTS FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS. I humbly ask for your patience: It’s Holy Week. Tonight, I am coordinating the ritual portion of a Seder at Lake Edge UCC. Soon I’ll respond, I promise.

Today is a special day for a very special friend. This is her story…


She’s moving again
Unsettling – like the trap door
fell out from under
her well-worn sandals

How many times has she
Called Two Men & A Truck?
They know her by name
But this time is different

New, her own sweet space
New keys, placed in her palm
by friends who love her
Feels like coming home

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads… too late to post there, but the prompt was: Find four words and create a poem out of them. My words were Home, Keys, Feels, and New. Also posted with my buds at Poets United, as always. Peace, and happy moving, Monica! Amy