Away, tucked away
craggy, naked branches I
empty nest. The recently
fallen snow, resting
gently atop the abandoned
home, catches my eye.
keep going. Cause
life does that. Keeps going.
Morning becomes noon becomes
Over and over again without
pause, until each noisy nest grows
quiet. I'm moved to
remember our nest of days gone by... a nest
stuffed full of
toys and tenderness, chaos and cuddles. And with these memories comes
understanding. All those years of tireless mothering didn't leave me hollow as I might have feared...
Very much the opposite. You see,
x-ray my empty-nest-heart,
you'll find it's full to overflowing ~ full of their gifts and lessons, their love and life. There's a
of each of them making me oh-so-much-more of who I'm meant to be.