Poem -

The Empty Nest....

The Empty Nest....

She walks too quickly past the door,  
his clothes no longer on the floor,
no fetid smell pervades his room,
her boy is leaving home

His music once would fill the air
he sings off key without a care
and leaves half eaten pizza where
the dog can  always find it.

His clothes were on his own ‘floor’drobe’
His overflowing washing  pile,
she’d gladly launder, iron and hang,
already  missing his sweet smile.

His cases waiting by the car
together with some pots and pans.
A student cookbook also packed
She made sure there was naught he lacked

The time draws close, she feels a knot
get bigger in her throat,
but chokes it down and smiles a lot
and just puts on her coat.

The drive to Cambridge took an age.
He chatted all the way.
She saw excitement in his eyes,
this was his special day

He’ll leave a boy, come back a man
she feels her job is done.
He’s on his way to start his life
no longer needs his loving  mum…..

Dedicated to all those Mums  at this time of year seeing their kids off to University and college..that empty heart just echoes!!!

 

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StevieC

Feels like only yesterday hun...strange days when the kids finally go..a bit like how strange it felt bringing them home for the first time after they were born..that feeling of 'well what do we do now??'  Loved this piece hun !

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A Lonely Journey

Grammy! 
How beautiful was that? I'll answer that. Very much so!! 
I'm so sorry, I know you're sad, but it's a happy time, too, as now there's an open room, and your honorary Grandson can move in! Yay! 
And I won't do all those bad things. I'll throw my clothes on the ceiling(a little Crazy Glue trick I've learned). I will eat the entire pizza(with no regard for anyone else). I'll sing so on key that you will believe it to be off key, and you'll hide the key when I try to come home, and my fetid smell will not only pervade my room, but the entire house! Yay! I'm coming home, Grammy...I might want the big bedroom, though, but no biggie, you've got a little time to move your stuff. KIDDING!! 

I bet you were one of the most wonderful moms ever invented. Your son is a wicked lucky person, and will miss you(even if he doesn't show it), I guarantee. My parents didn't have any children, so I don't know much about this stuff. ; )

Matthew. 

PS. You're awesome. Great write. 

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lodigiana

I can always guarantee that I will end up with a smile on my face whenever you write..it's a few years now since my son went off to University but my nephew has just gone off to Uni himself and seeing my Sister so  aimless and sad reminded me of that time..however had I known you then , his room would certainly have had a new occupant.. although you would have needed to bring a couple of boxes to put  Bruno Meatlegg and Parrotlegg in..and  they would have to do their own laundry!!..and you were right my son did miss me.. I am told that noone makes a tart tatin ( a posh Apple pie) like mamma!!
you're a good kid!
Big hugs Grammy xx 

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A Lonely Journey

Hi Grammy, 
You are SO sweet. Thank you! And thank you for including Meatlegg, and Parrothead, or whatever their names are in the equation. I don't like to go anywhere without them...unless they're with me, then I direly want to get away from them. Does that make sense? Good...maybe you could explain it to me later...in my room. Hey, do I have HBO? There's a documentary on some manatee, Fred and Murtha Manatee, that I want to watch, and it's only on HBO. If not, it's no big deal, I'll just go over to our neighbors. What are our neighbors like? Have you told them about me? Have you told them that I may snack in their fridge during the wee hours, so don't shoot me? Let me know, and tell them I like chicken, and squid, if they could keep that handy. Thaknks(hmmm...that's an odd word). 
This is going to be so much fum, Grammy. See you tonight! 
Matthew. 

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A Lonely Journey

Hey Grammy, 
I hope you don't mind me kidding around too much. I do like to have fun on here(kind of a tears of a clown thing), but I don't want to make you abhor me, so tell me to shut up if I become overly obnoxious, but I do think you're great, just like my three other friends(Cheerie, JillyBilly, and Silky), and anyone else I forgot, so I wouldn't want to alienate you. 
But you seem like a really intelligent, fun person, so I don't think you mind. 
Anyhoo, have a great night! 

Matthew. 

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lodigiana

I'd never tell you to shut up..you are a delightful ray of crazy sunshine in a dull and dusky world..stay crazily potty my lovely! xx

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Nigel Cresswell

Oh Lady Lodigiana. It is not the emotive pain when they leave. It's the financial pain when they come back. 
Perhaps that's just the bloke view. 
Great poem 
Nigel 

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lodigiana

Hahaha that's just what my husbands says!! he keeps whittering on about how it costs  a minimum of  £250,000 to bring them up!! and in this day and age the chances of them coming back home is also pretty high  so we will be forever broke!!! ..but my feelings on why women see this moving out transition differently, is probably because for the first time in years  they  will be with just their partners.. alone...no distraction of the kids..and it might have been an age since that was the case..and the thought could be quite daunting..and a little scary. Sir Nigel I thnk it might be  true that Men are from Mars and women from Venus! So pleased though that you enjoyed the piece..thank you 
Lodigiana xx

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