For twenty-nine short years, you’ve lived next door
starting tomorrow, you won’t any more.
We’ve grown together, to become fast friends,
seldom thinking these happy times would end.
For friendly gatherings, we could not wait,
so, between our yards, we made a new gate.
Two sets of parents, raised our children five,
three girls, two boys, our houses were alive
with the sounds of laughter, giggles and tears,
they quickly flew by, those twenty-nine years.
Concerts, excursions, parties so many,
we went to them all, not missing any.
Our children grew up and then moved away,
soon both our yards became empty of play.
Now, time for adults to act their own age,
slowly at first, we turned the next page.
Engagements, marriages soon came about,
invitations made, we could not miss out
on our chance to hear those wedding bells chime,
no matter how far, which date or what time.
Life settled back down for a few more years,
until baby came, bringing happy tears.
Sounds of children again came from next door,
and rumours that there may even be more.
Shortly thereafter, we heard faint rumblings,
distance from baby was bringing grumbling.
Our house is for sale, gently we were told,
even with Covid, too soon, it was sold.
Secret Covid get-together arranged,
neighbours all there, many stories exchanged.
Twenty-nine years were a real game changer,
parting as fam’ly, no longer strangers.