Thursday, September 30, 2021

Full Nest

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.

8 comments:

  1. I know you make a great Grandma, Diane! Wonderful poem. Hopefully, commenting is working better today. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com

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  2. I love when my nest fills (briefly) again. Thanks for this poem.

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  3. Oh, 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

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  4. Love 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.

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  5. I am so very glad that you appreciate your full nest.

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  6. It 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.

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