Why I Savor

"Empty Nest"
by My Mother - Lynda Quint

My house is growing emptier
As children leave the "nest"
The days are getting quieter
The nights seem long, to rest.

I lie awake in bed at night,
and wonder how they are --
Not long ago, they slept here too -
But now they're scattered far.

No "late night chats" - "no goodnight kiss"
Just quiet empty rooms
Bear witness to the changes here,
And add to "Mother's gloom."

How fast the years have hurried by
Since childhood days of play -
How is it that they've grown and gone
And brought me to this day?

Sometimes I'd like to turn the clock
Of time back just a bit -
To see their little faces smile
And hear their childish wit!

But I cannot - and life goes on
Though one day I shall see
Their image, in their children's eyes
Looking back at me.


The days may be long, but the years are fleeting............