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Now you have all grown and gone, I promise not to change it at all. I believe the warmth will never leave. As long as you return to me please. The piano will wait for fingertips. My cheek will wait for touch of lips. Laughter will ring out once again, when you meet up here with your friends. Pussycat will sit while purring hoping for lots more of that soothing stroking. The kettle will always be on the boil to make you tea after your toil. May my daughters travel far and wide. Then come back to be by my side.

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David Smith

Date: 5/11/2017 1:41:00 AM

Good to seen new work. Ecoes many a parents sentiments. Flows well and effrective but not too mushy. A 6.9. Regards from David in NZ

Jean Murray
Date: 5/11/2017 3:00:00 AM

6.9? I'm screaming and banging the table here.

Just James

Date: 5/8/2017 1:14:00 AM

Your poem is like good Coffee, warm and inviting! Loved it!

Jean Murray
Date: 5/8/2017 3:16:00 AM

That's a lovely comparison James. Thank you.

Darren White

Date: 5/7/2017 2:55:00 AM

I am sure they will Jean, I believe there is so much love between you all :)

Jean Murray
Date: 5/7/2017 11:16:00 AM

"Love can build a bridge between your heart and mine" is the first line of a song by The Judds. That's what happened here Jason.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/7/2017 12:16:00 AM

So sweet and it must be what my mom always is thinking about HER five girls that are all out of the house with kids of their own and grown now!!

Jean Murray
Date: 5/7/2017 1:12:00 AM

Here we call it rothar mor an tsaoil Andrea, meaning the big wheel of life.

Tim Smith

Date: 5/6/2017 7:20:00 PM

Hope they phone first because Momma will be out dancing in the moonlight

Jean Murray
Date: 5/7/2017 1:10:00 AM

Or more likely howling at the moon Tim.

Eve Roper

Date: 5/6/2017 6:32:00 PM

Jean, a wish that I hope all parents feel about their children.. Enjoyed your write Hugs ~*

Jean Murray
Date: 5/6/2017 6:44:00 PM

Hi Eve. I miss them all so much, especially after going to visit them in Dublin and Bristol last week. At the end of this month, the youngest is going to San Fransisco for three months and the middle one is heading on holiday to South East Asia for 6 weeks. This means a solo summer for me.

Niall Fulham

Date: 5/6/2017 5:40:00 PM

Hi Jean , so sweet lovely write , Irish mammy waiting at the door with the kettle on arms folded and curlers in the hair ,,,O sorry I was thinking of miss brown lol :)))))hugs

Niall Fulham
Date: 5/6/2017 5:57:00 PM

hehehe lol

Jean Murray
Date: 5/6/2017 5:47:00 PM

And the house coat!

Jean Murray
Date: 5/6/2017 5:46:00 PM

Everything but the bloomers Niall.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 5/6/2017 5:05:00 PM

oh, so touching, jean! i especially love the couplet with the piano and the cheek. wonderful ending, too...

Jean Murray
Date: 5/6/2017 5:09:00 PM

No harm in dreaming Ilene. As long as they don't end up at the far side of the world, I'll be happy. A title called FLYING NANNY just popped into my head......

Jean Murray
Date: 5/6/2017 5:09:00 PM

Best not make it a Limerick.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 5/6/2017 4:49:00 PM

- The kids leave the nest ... but, is always welcome home :) - Touching and lovely poem, Jean :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jean Murray
Date: 5/6/2017 5:05:00 PM

I'm lucky they are all still within easy reach Anna-Lise. After writing this one I needed a hug, so thank you for those.

Jan Allison

Date: 5/6/2017 2:54:00 PM

aww I had a huge lump in my throat reading this Jean the imagery is so touching . I know how you feel:-( I miss my son and hope he will fly home soon but I have to accept he has his life in London:-) hugs Jan xx

Jean Murray
Date: 5/6/2017 5:03:00 PM

I takes getting used to, doesn't it Jan?