No more newborn cries in the middle of the night
But still a home
No more spilled milk dribbled on the table
But still a home
No more sticky handprints on the fridge
But still a home
No more toys spread through all the rooms
But still a home
No more muddy foot prints across the floor
But still a home
No more morning rush to make the school bus
But still a home
No more bedtime tales to be read
But still a home
No more partially finished projects covering every surface
But still a home
No more music from trombone scales
But still a home
No more candles to blow out at a child’s Birthday party
But still a home
No more chlorine scented laundry room after practices and meets
But still a home
No more sand tracked in from the softball field
But still a home
No more teenage drama or slammed doors
But still a home
No more loud meals around the table
But still a home
No more laughter on movie and game nights
But still a home
No more tip toeing in after curfew
But still a home
An empty nest is still a home
….. just waiting for the noise and mess to return
About the Creator
B Sweeney
“Those who wish to sing, always find a song.”
Swedish Proverb
But what happens when you lose your voice?
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