When your children grow up, and they flee the nest <br />They go away with no thoughts, but their plans that are plenty. <br />They say they will keep in touch, either by phone or letter, <br />then as you watch them go, your heart feels rather empty. <br />The house seems lonely, and oh so very still. <br />There's no sign of muddy boot's, or trainer's in the hall. <br />No moutain bike or skateboard, cluttering up the yard, <br />the only thing that's left is graffity on the wall. <br />The perfume and the hairspray, still lingers in the air <br />Everything is now in order, yet colours seem adrift. <br />Talcum powders, and body lotions have all disapeared, <br />and the rim around the bath, still remains because it's <br />hard to shift. <br />There are no outburst of laughter, or someone shouting Mum. <br />A black shroud of silence, has now covered up the house, <br />from each of the bedrooms, right down to the hall, <br />there is no other sound, not even from a mouse. <br />The rushing footsteps, that once greeted you at the gate <br />have lost there importance, as you wonder where they are. <br />You wait for the phone call, and the email never comes. <br />All their doing is living their life, in some place afar. <br />Where have all the children gone in this day and age, <br />They grow up to fast, and want to live there own lives. <br />They conquer new heights, and see the all sights. <br />Then it's home to mum, husband and wifes. <br />Then it's time for them to leave there humble abode <br />and this is what's called fleeing the nest' <br />you have had your children, there are no more storie's <br />Just you and the Old Man, and a peaceful rest.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-have-all-the-children-gone/
