Empty Nest

Chubby little dimpled hand’s reach up to stroke my face Happy cowboy booted boy, with hair all out of place Broken nose, stepped on shoes, doggies left behind, These are the things as I grow old, is running through my mind. It only took a dollar to win a skip bow game And if you lost the first one, we would play again The homemade pizza and the pop would add to all the fun. If you won $2.00 you’d be the lucky one. How precious do those days now seem with all the children gone Their children grown and have their own. Where do I now belong? Tiny children calling grandma, I look around to see, But they are calling my child, no longer calling me. Life’s gone so fast, what do I do with the days that’s left ahead? How many book’s can I read or how long stay in the bed. The years have taken toll on me, and bones within me ache Forgetfulness encamps my mind of the pills that I should take. They call these the golden years, they say they’ll come a time, When I will say I’ll take my rest and life will be a rhyme, Of words I put together, to say how I do feel, Forgotten, Laid aside for now, Hey what is the deal? I once was young but now I’m old and I can only see, The path that’s laid before me and I shall walk with thee. Oh gates now open wide for me, do you see me coming in? The brightness of your being Lord has made me to live again. The ones I’ve loved are waiting, their hands stretched out to me. Mother’s, father’s, cherished ones I see oh now I see. Rejoicing, laughing, loving ones, oh wait I hear my name Grandma, Grandma comes the cry,I turn to see the same Loving girls hand in hand as they rush forth for me sunlight shining in their hair, death had set them free. I catch them up close to me and I finally get to say I am so glad to be with you, you'll brighten up my day. Let me tell you of your mother's that have missed you very much Who would have given everything to feel your baby touch How fast life goes and very soon they will come here too To share with you the beauty and their joy of loving you. But now I will remember…dimpled hands upon my face, Cowboy booted little boy with hair all out of place. I look back and I can see how lucky I have been To have those precious moments, that I relive again. So booted boy and dimpled hand’s, so fair, so fair of face. I put you back within my heart, till I have run the race.