I prepared myself or so I thought for when the kids would leave home. But empty nest hits hard during the holidays. That first one was a doozy!
MY WINTER Prepared for this cold winter? Tree fronds hang their heads, flashing lights hang tight. Bowed and bollixed presents — depressed. The absence of a merry Spring — the empty nest. Emotions chill, shiver... Turtlenecks without hugs. The whiteout of snow — knees shovel the heavy load. Deleterious decorations, keepsakes of holiday romance — kids sledding and cutting cookies, hot chocolate and kindled laughter. Icicles cling like burs to my dendrites, stinging my eyes. Yet, jingle bells soon ring, with Nor’easter winds — grandchildren chill for a season. and with chattering teeth, I grin. 11/19/2017 Viv Wigley’s My Winter Contest
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