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Nesting Life Cycle

As I settled down, I sowed the seeds of love in my children.
My inner urge grew with them, separating our lids.
On passion, empathy, and respect, a delightful interlude 
I appreciated them throughout their youth.

My hard work was rewarded, and I'm overjoyed.
It felt more valuable than what I had knighted.
Everyone is raising children in their own houses.
My house became a safe haven, free of worry.

Looking at my tired wife's tired eyes and shaky desk.
Discover years of agony—it's quite nasty.
There are old books and print fragments all over our house.
That's not a lot of wrapping for a lifetime of reaping. 

We both have a positive attitude most of the time.
Are modest, quiet children doing well in lyceums correct?
And who prays fervently and pays their bills on time.
Those who hold the line and run their duty are glorious.

After the kids leave home, I'll build a geodesic dome.
What will the night be like for us?
Several trays, but we don't eat much, and joy.

Now comes the certain impact of aging and shift.
Following a road that is both straight and weird
This poor squire is facing his own problems.
I can tackle the situation to the bone.

My favorite recollections are from the nest.
The darker murmurs of the sky whisper in her breast.
My now-empty life's never-ending silence
The cocoon grew, oblivious to its conflict.


 
Written: April 30, 2023

Empty Nest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Cooper Etheridge

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Jennifer Proxenos May 1, 2023 at 8:04 AM 'Now comes the certain impact of aging', some say they would lie to turn the clock back, not me, i am happy about how we have lived our lives,and we have raised our two boys, both completed their degrees. I commend you and how you brought your children up Lasaad, but the empty nest syndrome is hard to accept, however, acceptance is the only way, we did it, they have done it and so will their children fly one day. What a wholesome, awesome poem, which I'm sure most will relate to. Hugs Jenn.

Vijay Pandit May 1, 2023 at 5:51 AM Kudos for the virtues you conveyed to your children. Not easy to raise a successful family as you have my friend. I felt the satisfaction you convey--of reaching milestones in your life. Best to you my friend.

Valsa George May 1, 2023 at 1:34 AM Building a nest and rearing children, though not an easy job, have been a highly rewarding experience. When children grew up, they left the nest to fly free. Now we can only watch them from a distance. The inevitable has happened and we have to accept it. Beautiful poem. All the Best, dear friend.

Tom Cunningham April 30, 2023 at 11:59 PM You captured the journey of life well Lasaad, what was once alive and vibrant has become a very quiet place, too quiet sometimes, my three daughters are all grown up now but we're lucky that they live close by. Best of luck in the contest. Tom