When a Child Leaves Home...

Sometimes I think the house will be too empty when you leave

And the rooms too bare

And I’ll miss the way you leave your things

Lying everywhere

And sometimes I think your house will feel unfinished

Without us

And maybe you’ll miss the way I used to scold

And tidy and fuss

I’ll miss that fourth I love you, and that fourth

I love you too

And I know, even in the excitement you know

You’ll miss it too

But then I remember how new love fills up

Those old and bygone spaces

And how the new in time becomes the dear and

Old familiar places

And I would never withhold from you

The joy of this new life breaking

And I thank God and pray His blessing on

New memories in the making…

Love, Mom~

© Janet Martin