Faces of Loneliness

A horrid hollowness I confess, oh the empty nest, viewed with sadness and no redress, oh the empty nest. Years of doting, uplifting, caring once so full of joy bring forth a gentleman of kindness, oh the empty nest. dust covers the desk in his room -- a closed door The sun which rose with his laughter now has a solitary shine sets on a mother’s loneliness, oh the empty nest. If only my heart could return to the song of memory not to tears, to the warmth of the child, oh the empty nest. a cradle waits not rocking yet -- silent phone