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Here I am experiencing the Empty Nest Syndrome (again), now that Melinda has moved to Texas, and I am without her company. But I have conquered the feelings brought about by this kind of situation two times before and to a lesser degree each time she visited me during Christmas and summer vacations while she was in college. And to this time in my life I offer a few words in poetic form.
"The Empty Nest" by Carol Armbrust Oct. 3, 2005
The empty nest has lots of space in it,
areas to amble to and fro in it,
quiet nights to toss and turn in it,
more food in the refrigerator...
than one can ever eat in it,
cleaner carpets, countertops and tables in it,
unlocked bathrooms and bedroom doors in it,
and less dirty laundry, or mounds of towels in it.
All good things these are, but
what kind of world would we wish...
where all things are perfectly dished?
Give me no place to sit and an empty icebox,
stumbles in the dark over piles of shoes and socks,
an agonizing wait at the bathroom door,
hours of dirty dishes and laundry galore,
and a spare bed for a peaceful night's rest,
and I'll show you a happily-filled once-empty nest.
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Updated: October 15, 2005 1:27 PM EDT
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