wow! I love this.. very sweet and forward looking; you just get the feeling of long awaited respite and a sense of job well done.
Of Babies, Bluebirds, and Boons: To Empty Nesters Everywhere
She wondered what she'd do to while away the time
When all the children went their separate ways,
When Ed, the eldest, narrowed his blue eyes
And smiled in some strange woman's arms and heart;
When Abel, strong, the rock she leaned upon,
Would stride in easy lope on unmapped roads,
When wild Penelope set sail for foreign soil,
And Colleen, noisy hoyden, took the veil.
On the first day she found herself alone,
She woke at four and fretted for an hour
And punched her linen pillow listlessly,
Then finally rose to meet the cruelty of
Her empty, ordered, polished life.
She trailed her fingers on the bannister
But found no single grain of grit or dust,
Entered the kitchen, clean, austerely bare.
No careless apple peel was lying there
Nor peanut butter opened, lid ajar,
No glasses rimmed with milk upon the drain,
Just dullness, pristine, dozing quietly.
She set the scoured coffee pot to heat;
Her head bent low, she mused a little while;
Then, stretching tall to reach the topmost shelf,
She grasped a graceful, shell-thin cup, embossed
With blossoms, gilt, and scrolls--a saucer, too,
Abloom with dust, sans signs of frequent use.
And next she opened up a teakwood box
With velvet trimmed and lifted out a spoon,
A silver spoon of heavy weight, well-carved,
Alone, adorning bright its fragrant bed.
She then placed all, so carefully, on lace
Laid sweetly on a tray of cloisonne.
The coffee perked; she filled the cup and carried
Tray and all; then, hesitating once
Beside the painted, well-worn deal table,
She left it bare but paused to turn the dial
On Penny's stereo, bypassed hard rock
And soul and country twang, and then she stopped
To hear the peal of Bach's pure crystal notes.
She set her feet upon the tree-graced porch
And slowly paced, as ladies promenade,
To where a chaise lounge wrapped in wicker
Waited, then sat amused to see a bluebird
Burst in flight, uncaring of its empty
Nest; she next surveyed the quiet reaches
Of her realm: the wafting scent of apple blooms;
The airy breeze; the wind chimes' twinkling tunes.
She propped her feet upon the rosy chintz
And sipped her coffee thoughtfully awhile.
Then, slowly, on her face there crept a smile.
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