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Empty Nest
My sons are grown. Their clutter's gone.
My days are noiseless, free.
But the world they left seems empty,
And the emptiest part is me.
My sons are grown. Their clutter's gone.
My days are noiseless, free.
But the world they left seems empty,
And the emptiest part is me.
Jessica
This was the wrong agternoon for me to read this as I am sharing the same feelings at this moment.
Christine