A Mom's Empty Nest
Your cry meant appeasing music
The touch soft as raw ceramic
Child, we mixed like a mosaic.
The empty house echoes your loud, playful, and vibrant voice
My nest of love was deserted, by your decisive choice
I miss the hustle and bustle, rejecting the white noise.
Messed up rooms I dearly miss,
And your soft wet tiny kiss
The raging bikes with a hiss
I smile silently
I pray sincerely
And cry instantly.
Quickly you grew son
Mom loves you a ton
Life is on a run.