Nest

I am still not used to it.
Both of them only half the time
was hard enough to accept.
Then the teenage years came
and they became independent.
Half the time became
half the time, half the time.
Then came graduation,
and jobs, and university for one.
And now it’s half of them,
half of half the time.
In less than a year and a half
it will be none of them
almost all the time.
That’s life, I suppose…20171130_094348


NEST
 

Our new family home,
that I bought to share
A shell of a house
without you there
Echoes in the halls
Walls, inside of walls
Some framed with memories,
some still bare 

Never seems as bright
when you are gone
A dim comparison,
with half the lights on
Darkness under a shade
Beds perpetually made
A window with a view,
with the curtains drawn


Down, in the basement

Alone, in the yard
I knew it would hit me,
just not this hard

A simple fact of life,

but it feels like a test
They spread their wings,
and they leave the nest


I wander and I wonder,
cleaning up for one
Swept up in thoughts of you
until the work is done
A vacuum, and a broom
The dust in your room
Faint specks of yesterday,
settled, and then none 

The quiet of the night,
t
he silence of compromise
C
alendar on the fridge,
c
old comfort, as time flies
Circles, that tell me when
Two weeks until then
A small glimmer of hope,
faint in
a father’s eyes

 

Empty, in your bedroom
Alone, at the table
I glance to your pictures,
when my heart feels able

Sad solace in knowing
that it’s for the best
When life calls them,
and they leave the nest

 


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Wings

  

sky for prose

                  Wings

You used to look up at me
and say the darndest things
“where do you think we would fly to
if only we had wings?”
You would yank at my sleeve
and ask with your blue eyes
Daddy, what do you think a bird thinks
the first time that it flies?”

Outside on the front lawn
father and daughter birds
arms spread and eyes closed
no need for words
After our five minute flight
crisscrossing on air
we would sit on the step
ready to share

“I really love the mountains,
and landing at the top
soaring off a ledge
to where the blue doesn’t stop.”
“I like going really really high,
as high as I can fly
higher than the clouds
to the top of the sky.”

Closing our eyes again
to imagine each others flight
one to the distance
one to the highest height
The bird just feels free
no worries and no fear
It was nice for us to know
that we could always land here  

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