John F. McCullagh

Gold Star - 4,678 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Empty Nest - Poem by John F. McCullagh

Our house this night is full of life,
both kids up in their rooms.
We're safe and warm from the harrowing storm
with its lightening streaks and booms.
Yet soon I know, both have to go,
to school, to work, to life.
Then this will be an empty nest
with just me and my wife.


How do birds feel, when, freshly fledged,
their young depart forever.
Do they sing more somberly
when the chicks are not together?
We're creatures of habit, like those birds
I see when we're in the park.
I'll catch myself gazing up the stairs
when both their rooms are dark.

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A common tale

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 18, 2012



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