by Joan Serratelli

when the kids
were small
I was happy
taking care of them
was not a chore

As they grew
and needed me less
my life became
more of a puzzle

What do I do?
How do I fill
those empty hours?
There's only so much
laundry to be done
There's only so much
cooking, cleaning
and shopping
I can do

Now the kids are grown
and I really feel
the void
I walk around
this empty house
and wait
for the phone to ring

Maybe one of them
will call today
and tell me about
their lives
Maybe they will visit
and when they do
I can't wait for them
to leave!

It might sound mean
It might sound cruel
but I have learned
to enjoy
my solitude


Author's Note: I love my kids. I had a very hard time adjusting to being an "empty nester". I still worry about them, miss them and would trade my life for theirs, but, they have their lives...and I have mine.

Posted on 03/13/2006
Copyright © 2018 Joan Serratelli

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