Empty Nest

When young with two sons,
mornings, upon waking late,
were a scene from a Three
Stooges skit.

Mass chaos reigned.
sleepy kids running around,
eating a hearty breakfast of…
cereal, again, and
much cajoling and yelling heard,
until we were all dressed,
fed, and in the car on our way
to start our equally hectic day.

It was always thus
Until one day…
My nest was empty.

Now when I awake,
My routine is so regimented,
That if I vary it at all,
My Chihuahua puppy son,
Gets confused and frets.

I can’t believe that…
I miss the chaos some mornings,
as I slowly sip my coffee and
Wake up quietly.

© D. Elaine Wood-Lane

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Dory Lane

I'm a native Texan who moved to Colorado in 2007. I was born and raised in Lubbock, Texas and still have a Texan twang of which I’m proud. I love God, people, and life! I love helping people. I love writing and reading. I love crafting. Whatever I am doing, I do it with all my heart and all the energy I can muster up!

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