I did not step in time
And missed the passage of years.
I keep finding memories
Tucked away in corners
Hitherto unvisited.
How did they find
Their little nooks
And little places
Among the shelves,
Bags and boxes?
There you were hiding,
Among the photos,
Among the letters,
Among the unexpected gifts.
But you never hid!
You are with me
In the corners of my heart
Holding on with feathery clasps,
Never intruding,
Present every moment.
When I reflected
And summoned up
Cherished delicacies
Of our knitted lives.
What pathos prompted me
To search for you
Who was twined in my own self?
RosyView 
Beautiful I can imagine all the memories you are uncovering of Varghese as well as the your family in India as you go though all the items in your home and prepare for the move. Catherine and Bonnie are feeling the same. It is such a difficult and emotional process. Liz
Thank you. Next one is not of any personal experience. I liked the sounds.