‘Twas The Night Before Closing
‘Twas the night before closing, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, no termite nor mouse.
The pool water glist’ned in the dark Tucson night,
For the power company had not yet turned on the lights.
The windows unrobed – no blinds, curtains, or palls;
No paintings or pictures yet lit up the walls.
The fridge space stood empty, the laundry room bare;
New LG appliances soon would be there.
The movers were scheduled, appliances bought;
All to-dos had been crossed off – there had been a LOT.
The boxes were packed, all ready to move in;
The escrow adventure about to begin.
The paperwork lay neatly, piled and aligned;
All set out for countless pages to be signed.
The house keys were jingling, ready to change hands;
To make dreams come true and fulfill best laid plans.
‘Cross town at the apartment, we said our goodbyes;
“Goodbye, traffic. Goodbye stairway. Goodbye mountain sunrise.
Goodbye tiny freezer, that thaws out our food,
And fake wooden flooring that needs to be glued.
We’ll miss you a little, you served us quite well;
But we’re gaining square footage tomorrow, so farewell!
C’mon, Taco! C’mon, Chance! Tomorrow we move!
You’re freaked out right now, but I know you’ll approve!”
Meow was the only response we received,
As we glanced at the pile of boxes to be heaved.
“Have fun, babe!” I squealed in a voice full of glee;
I packed, so he moves was our agreement, you see.
Nothing left to be done, we collapsed into bed,
While visions of house projects danced in our heads.
As we drifted to sleep, I grinned to my spouse;
Tomorrow we’re going to own our first house!