Sunday, October 03, 2004

Speaking of Empty Nests

Years ago when I was a young mom, an older woman I worked with found this cute little poem and I've never forgotten it. I don't know who the author is but I'd like to give them due credit, so if you know, let me know. There may even be more to this poem, but these lines are all I remember.

The doctor says that I'm depressed
Because I fear the empty nest.
But doctor, if the truth be known,
My full-fledged birds won't fly alone.
They like their freedom, true enough
But wing back home when winds get rough.
Yes, the empty nest may make me cry
But, Doctor dear, I'd love to try.

1 comment:

Thoughts said...

This was a good idea to come on out to the blogger world. I cannot even start to comprehend your emotions, but I guarantee that peace will come to you, eventually. Meanwhile, try not to plug up stressors and don't go into uncomfortable places or see strobing lights. You will cope. You are not depressed. Believe in your own power and you will see things through.

~thoughts, md~