The Empty Nest
The Empty Nest - Perspectives in Prose and Poetry
What happens when you don't need to nurture your children every day?
A while ago I wrote a poem about being on the verge of empty nesting. Well, that day has arrived and what the heck do we do now?
New poems and prose, below, are a continuing chronicle.
All poetry copyright Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah) Reprint with permission.
Readings for the Empty Nester
She's Off to College
Well, we just brought our youngest daughter to her college dorm and she is so busy. She'll be home often enough (we think). The university is only 10 minutes from our house. But ... she has so much to learn and experience. She has so many old and new friends.
We have two mostly empty bedrooms.
Our oldest daughter graduated college a couple years back and it's wonderful that she lives in the same city as we do. Again only 10 minutes from home. We meet once a week for coffee at one of our favorite coffee shops.
The younger one just came home the other day. To get her winter clothes and spend a little time. We all ate hot soft pretzels with cinnamon and sugar.
I Better Get Reading
Maybe reading one of the above books will help me too.
Yet, I think that the best thing I can do is get involved in something that I am passionate about
And keep in touch, keep in touch, keep in touch
She's In the ER
My daughter's in an ER bed
Sliced her finger with a hammer
I've got to stay cool and still the dread
She'll be OK; She's not in the slammer
Just an accident; things happen
A mom can't be there every sec
Surgery soon, she's taking a nap and
It coulda been worse, like a car wreck
I Better Learn to Text
What they say about the young folks and Texting is true
Texts ARE more quickly returned than a voice call
I better get with the program and learn something new
I better keep up with the tech and no longer stall
Thinking Ahead - Not ready to retire but ....
Off We Go
Time to go someplace beachy and warm
Away from the malaise that may do us harm
Exploring some places we've never been
Like Roswell, NM; might see an alien
Could get to the coast in time for a hurricane
We'll batten our hatches 'fore it starts to rain
Along with the sights and the salty sea air
We'll look for work if there's any there
I'll keep writing poetry along the whole way
As my quick mind always has something to say
The plan is to return by Thanksgiving or so
Unless exceptional luck kiboshes our status quo
Like, should a perfect contract be landed
We'll stay longer; but we won't be stranded
Eating the best seafood from the ocean
Slathering our bodies with suntan lotion
Staying at a nice apartment with palms
And exploring the area without any qualms
Living the Retirement Dream in Faraway Places
Having a fun dinner before heading South
I'm treating the whole family to dinner
At a Nepalese place in the city
It's to celebrate that I'm a winner
So I wanted it exotic and pretty
We'll all have East Asian treats
With naan bread fresh and hot
Sherpa favorites, curries, meats
I bet it will really hit the spot
We'll all be together before my trip
And share like at a Holiday table
Only a tear of happiness on my lip
Will be allowed if I am able
Maybe We'll Retire in Costa Rica
Home For the Holidays
After 6 weeks on the Gulf Coast
We returned just 'fore Thanksgiving Day
Girls are doing fine I must boast
And Bogo returned to us to stay
Christmas had the family here
We shared lobsters for New Years Eve
Ready to pack the beach day gear
For another warm, relaxing leave