Empty nest.
The kids are all grown now I’m here on my own.
Is this what it’s like now? I don’t want to moan.
No clothes on the floor now the rooms are all clean.
No fingerprints pen marks or dried plasticine.
No fighting or moaning or shouting to hear.
No tending of grazes or wiping of tears.
The house is so empty it’s just not the same.
How I wish I could hear them once more call my name.
To wipe up their spills or to pick up their mess.
To help them with home work or get them undressed.
To show them the right way to buckle their shoes
Or to find favourite toys they always seem to lose.
To watch them on sports day and give them a cheer.
To pump up bike tyres or help changing gear.
Enjoy each day in every way as if it were your last.
Treasure every moment it will soon become your past.
