Congratulations to my daughter Calle for her recent graduation from Young Harris College, and her move to Texas to begin a new life. Kudos to my son Christian Chase Wallace, who made me proud for his decision to become a part of the 101st Airborne at Ft. Bragg, and the littlest one’s work in art. She won a gold Scholastic Award for her Photography. I miss all three of my little chicks, but know they are bound for great things in this world.
I hear the bird, just outside my window.
The chirping bright and pretty.
Mama bird is calling to her babies,
The three perched upon the nest.
It is time, she sings,
To spread your wings.
Fly the sky.
One by one they flutter
The beat so tiny and timid.
But soon they learn
And off they go
As mama watches, content.
It is not long before I see,
These tiny hatchlings disappear.
The nest is empty
Except for mama
Who now sings so wistfully,
For she knows her babies grew
And must find their own song tree,
But she is wishing just like me
That they were still
Young and frail
Huddled in her empty nest.
2 thoughts on ““Empty Nest””
Beautiful poem expressing this feeling that I know so well.
Thanks Lynn. Feeling wistful today.