My grandma sent me this poem. I felt it was appropriate for my status. I would change the end from approve to strongly encourage...

The Ninth Month

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.