We had plans
growing here among love
and the green.

But the world beyond us took hold
twisting our simplicity
until it became a complication.

And we were left with little
except the love
and the green.

But love and green do not grow a child
or deepen a family,
it stretches love thin.

So we are leaving the love,
three generations,
and the green, so very deep.

We are saying goodbye one by one,
to the people of love
who thought they’d watch him grow.

Counting now the days until Thanksgiving
and then again until summer,
we will be a family of counting.

A family of photos and notes
visits and plans.