The nest was clean
And tidy, too.
There wasn’t much
I had to do.
It stayed that way
From dawn to dawn.
Had been like that
Since the chicks had gone.
But it hadn’t always
Been just so,
When chicks would come
And chicks would go,
When clutter ruled
When ‘mess’ was norm,
When noise began
With the dewy morn.
I found myself,
Each day, awash
In dirty dishes,
Stinky socks.
Up to my knees
In diapers, too
When days were full
And the nest was, too.
When every evening
Prayers were said,
And kisses, hugs
As they went to bed.
Then flopped, exhausted,
In the chair,
And contemplated
Life from there.
And though it seemed
It’d never end.
Somehow it did,
As all things tend.
And the nest that never
Took a bow,
Echoed with
The silence now.
But then, one day
The door swung wide,
And chicks and chicklets
Stepped inside.
“We’re here to stay,
If that’s okay.”
And there was action
every day.
Once more I lived
With clutter, there,
And no bare spaces
Anywhere.
And noise? Whoo-boy!
You have to know,
That lungs are THE first
Things to grow.
The toys were spread
From here to there.
And chicklets playing
Everywhere.
And meals to make
And clothes to mend
And schedules to
Draw and blend.
And, still, with all
The noise and strain
And problems bouncing
In my brain,
With things to do,
And time to share,
And chicklets falling
Down the stair.
That I would never
Want at all,
The spotless house,
The quiet halls.
Exchange the action
That did reside
Or change the love
That dwelt inside.
I’ve learned you don’t need
Silence, no.
When people come
And people go.
There’s peace in every
Busy day.
When chicks and chicklets
Come your way.
With hugs and kisses
You abound
And love is shining
All around.
And never can your
Life be dull,
When (for a time)
The nest was full.
I know you make a great Grandma, Diane! Wonderful poem. Hopefully, commenting is working better today. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteIt worked!!!
DeleteI love when my nest fills (briefly) again. Thanks for this poem.
ReplyDeleteOh, those memories! Alas, I have no such excuse for clutter, which has grown so unmangeable today that I am attacking it with gusto. Except for reading blog posts. LOL
ReplyDeleteLove this so much. We also have a full nest between my sons and mom. These days won't last forever, but like you, I appreciate each one.
ReplyDeleteI am so very glad that you appreciate your full nest.
ReplyDeleteIt was noisy and messy but so much fun! Yes, i miss those days, but since i work now, it's different. Maybe someday i'll have a chicklet or two around.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem :)
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