Empty Nest

Time crawled silently on soft paws. After years of anxious waiting, Our little nest became alive, With childish pranks and prattles Two adorable boys ran round playfully, Making our silent nest ring with noise. Still remember those hectic days, When my hands were so full From tidying the house to keeping ready Their school uniforms washed and ironed. Helping them with their homework, Packing tiffin, clearing the mess, And being off to office for work. By evening, came back dead tired, For another round of mechanical cooking, Queries like “are these the only snacks to eat?” “Where is my workbook” et al make one truly mad. Life wasn’t easy, with struggles rife. During those years, how I longed, For a little rest and quiet, But at the same time, frolicking in the beauty Of dreams built around our kids Time speeded away so quick. The boys grew very fast and flew away, From the shelter of their comfort (?) zone To far off places for study and later for work. The house is back to silence once again. Now how I long for the good old hectic days. Memories sprout like pale shrubs, In a famished backyard! Our life is now immobilized in a coma of stillness. On lonely evenings sitting in our empty nest, We wait intent for their phone calls. Often our hearts are set ablaze, At the prospect of their coming home. Parenthood is nothing but loving and losing! May.7.2023 Empty Nest Poetry Contest Sponsor- Cooper Etheridge
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Deo Avatar
May 10, 2023 at 4:40 AM
Great and sad, too, as true mirrors. Children are so much oceans of hope and promise. Shalom shalom dear Sis!
Pandit Avatar
May 8, 2023 at 5:35 AM
We want them to grow and prosper in a hurry--but when they find their wings we miss them. A poem most will relate to. Best to you, Valsa.
Y. Avatar
May 8, 2023 at 12:13 AM
WoW! Valsa, You penned such a touching and heartfelt write on the “ Empty Nest” syndrome. As a mother, we have a connection with them before they are born. Our womb is their first home. Nothing really prepares us for when they “ leave” the nest. Your final line sums up your written write very well. Best wishes in the contest. Have a great evening-Alexis
Rolland Avatar
May 7, 2023 at 8:09 PM
this is touching memories for all life, can't be taken, like a treasure, have a nice day
Wolf Avatar
May 7, 2023 at 5:47 PM
Grass is always greener on the other side, it seems. With every age, at every stage, there is a blessing to be found. :) gw
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May 7, 2023 at 9:07 AM
Mine are teenagers, hectic and rowdy ha ha, what a world to raise kids in, amazing mom you are , they don't make them like that anymore : ). When those boys have those grandkids they will cherish and remember your love more than ever : ) and send them kids to you to liven up that quiet nest : ). : )
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May 7, 2023 at 7:31 AM
Valsa, I am so touched by your moving poem! I am not a parent but you have written so well that I feel I can really relate! I wish you peace and happiness ( and a few phone calls from your boys!) Happy Sunday!
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May 7, 2023 at 6:03 AM
So very relatable for most of us, Valsa ~ poignantly and exquisitely penned. Good luck in the contest
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