Empty Nest Fear

Tranquil kiss of sun upon cheeks 

streaked with weary age

Memories pour like acid rain

Bittersweet sips of sticky faces

earnestly seeking a mother’s hug

Her heart swells and aches 

sitting alone, the past an imaginary cell


I spent the weekend at a baseball field watching my youngest being coached by my middle son while my oldest did his own thing.  In 14 days, I will be the Mom of a legal adult.  I don’t feel old … only concerned if I was successful in this parenting thing.  I tried to live in the moment this weekend but it is hard when flashes of the past mingle with glimpses of the future.

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