Our two youngest, with their families, have moved back in for a while.
I'm cherishing this moment in time . . .
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| All of this, plus four . . . |
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.”
Once more, there’s action
every
day.
Once more I live
With
clutter, there,
And no bare spaces
Anywhere.
And noise? Whoo-boy!
You
have to know,
That lungs’re the very first
Things
to grow.
The toys are 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
resides
Or change the love
That
dwells 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,
‘Cause, once again
The
nest is full.
