"EMPTY NEST" - a poem by Carol
Why is it so hard to say good-bye,
To the ones we thought needed us when they would cry?
Is this the real meaning of what 'growing pains' are about,
When they pack their bags for the final time and move out?
It's the empty room and the stuffed animals left on the bed.
The colored hair bows, dolls and teen magazines left un-read.
We leave the room un-touched, praying for their return,
But it's just one of those 'life's lessons" that I have to learn.
Letting go so your child can grow is what my Mom had to do.
But I was to busy spreading my wings to know what she was going through.
"What goes around - comes around", so they say,
But how could anyone have warned me about that day!
So now the grandbabies have come along,
And they won't understand someday when MiMi is gone.
Except that I loved them with all of my heart,
Like I loved their mother - but we too had to part.
It's the "CIRCLE OF LIFE", just like all the rest.
Someday they too will know the pain - of the 'EMPTY NEST'.