The Ninth Month

A friend in my ward gave me this poem and I find it quite fitting and am definitely ready to be the neighbor!

The Ninth Month
by Carol Lyn Pearson

Being a duplex.
I have been happy, my dear,
To loan you half the house,
Rent-free and furnished
As best I could

You have been a good
Tenant, all in all,
Quiet, yet comfortably there,
Tapping friendly on the wall.

But I hear
You have outgrown the place
And are packing up to move
Well, I will miss
The sweet proximity.
But we will keep in touch.
There are bonds, my dear,
That reach beyond a block,
Or a mile, or a hemisphere,
Born of much love and labor.

I approve the move.
And gladly turn from landlady
To neighbor.