That's a wonderful poem! Thank you for sharing it with us.
I think oftentimes when people move it is at the behest of higher authorities (such as parents) and produces the most harmful effects in the lives of those who are not privy to the decision-making. Mind, I know nothing of the circumstances alluded to in your poem; but I've known many young people over the years who have suffered tremendously due to the selfishness of parents who, in running away from something or someone, cause their children irreperable harm by destroying childhood (or adolescent) relationships.
Here is one of my favorite poems. I haven't the talent to write poetry myself!ARIEL POEMS
By T. S. EliotMarinaQuis hic locus, quae
regio, quae mundi plaga?
What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands
What water lapping the bow
And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog
What images return
O my daughter.
Those who sharpen the tooth of the dog, meaning
Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird, meaning
Those who sit in the sty of contentment, meaning
Those who suffer the ecstasy of the animals, meaning
Are become unsubstantial, reduced by a wind,
A breath of pine, and the woodsong fog
By this grace dissolved in place
What is this face, less clear and clearer
The pulse in the arm, less strong and stronger â€”
Given or lent? more distant than stars and nearer than the eye
Whispers and small laughter between leaves and hurrying feet
Under sleep, where all the waters meet.
Bowsprit cracked with ice and paint cracked with heat.
I made this, I have forgotten
The rigging weak and the canvas rotten
Between one June and another September.
Made this unknowing, half conscious, unknown, my own
The garboard strake leaks, the seams need caulking.
This form this face, this life
Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me
Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken,
The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships.
What seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers
And woodthrush calling through the fog