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 EMPTY NEST

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.