Keys, phone, wallet.
Packing is like solving
An oddly shaped tangram puzzle
With one too many circles
For a rectangular canvas
Passport, cards, tickets.
Put them inside but something stays behind
The book that José gave me, Grandma’s music box
She comes to me and I cry
I would have liked to say goodbye.
Laptop, clothes, pictures.
I take them all with me
The hugs with Mum, Dad and his smile
All my friends, I try
In Kodak-magic they watch
Where are you sister?
I need you always by my side.
Hopes, dreams, desires.
But then
Photo tangram turns
To bigger Picture in sight
What can I do with this education,
To make it better for those who can’t?
So pack your bags, the sun is up
It’s just about to start.
