Empty Nest
Today I was out side, when I found an empty birds nest. As I held the woven nest of twigs, I knew just how that mama bird felt. I too had an empty nest, my little one had also flown far away. To a new town to a new school, but what could I do. I was happy for my little one,
yet sad for me being all alone. It took time to adjust to life, no more homework and running around. Life was back to the two of us, the way it all started. Started many years ago, more time for the two of us to enjoy. Life is always changing, we need to make changes. I think about that little mama bird, in many ways we are both the same.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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