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2:08:00 PM EDT
Feeling Anxious
AN EMPTY NEST
AN EMPTY NEST
I do not know why
I am crying today,
unless it's because
the fledglings have all
flown away.
I thought that I wanted
my babies to fly.
I chirped and I prodded
and urged them to try.
But now that they're gone
and I'm all alone,
regret troubles me now
and furrows my brow.
The summery days when
they were with me
were all in the world
I'd want them to be.
They'll come back again
to see their best friend,
I say, with a sigh.
Then why do I cry?
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oh my gosh, I can so relate to this; I'm on my way to an empty nest, actually have one now since my son is never home; beautiful poem
I think I might have visited your journal before; but I put you on alerts so I'll be back :)
betty
4/19/08 7:07 PM
when i was young and slender and fair
i lifted my eyes to the sky and saw there
a thin vapor trail up so high, so high
and i thought, when my babies are grown
i will fly.
came the lines 'round my eyes
and the ending of June
and then brown leaves, all falling,
too soon, too soon.
twas my babies, well-tended,
who flew far away
on that thin vapor trail
that was mine for a day.
hugs to you...