Empty Nest

Sitting on a chair at the front door, wishing for cars to stop by the road, waiting until the dark hours of the night; Night would be bright if their shadows would show. Holding my wife's hands as I look at her face, trying to measure the depth of her thoughts, trying to fill the cup of her emptiness, as tears from her pretty eyes slowly fall. Filling the empty rooms with memories of the past, like those sweet moments were just like yesterday. Sounds of their noises echo through my ear, as the toys that guard the empty rooms crave for their touch. Oh! I miss them so much, as I miss their memories. How I wish they're just near to be held. How long shall my eyes crave for the light of their smile? How long shall my heart miss the warmth of their embrace? May 1, 2023 Empty Nest Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Cooper Etheridge