Last few days in Lima

Kara wrote a poem about moving a few days ago and we wanted to share it.  Obviously, moving isn't a lot of fun, but we are looking forward to being in Alaska soon.

I lay in my bed on the floor and close my eyes.
I see my wardrobe at the foot of my bed
And my "You are precious" poster above my head.
I see my desk and my dresser
An my pink and white shelves on the wall.
My blue curtains are neatly drawn.

But when I open my eyes
I'm back on the floor.
No wardrobe. No desk or dresser.
Just a trunk with all my clothes in it.
My shelves are sold, my curtains are sold.
My poster is down
Because...
We are moving.