When Children Fly The Nest - Poem by Arti Chopra
when children fly the nest,
its a sudden shock, but true
and you are faced with the twilight years
left alone are just the two of you.
no more fights between siblings,
no jokes, laughter or demands for food,
no mom baking cakes lovingly,
and feeding her hungry brood.
its ironical, how you wait for them to grow,
and time flies fast and true,
before you know it, they have fled the nest,
to make their own lives, and take their due.
left alone are the two of us,
but its a nice period in life in a way,
gives you time to rediscover each other,
fall in love all over again, if one may.
the earlier years of marriage are the best,
you are eagerly facing the unknown future,
but soon the children come along
and you are caught up in motherhood and nurture.
when they leave, the shock is quite numbing,
you look for something to fill the gap,
the mother especially feels all withered,
like a tree that has no sap.
but then you draw closer as a couple
and become dependent and unseparable even more,
the granchildren are making an arrival,
and you love them dearly with every pore.
the enjoyment you derive from the grandkids,
surpasses even what you had with your offspring,
now you have the patience, and all the time,
to play with them, and indulge their every whim.
so that is the path life takes you on,
enjoy each stage as it comes,
make a stop, savour every real moment,
because, before you know it, it will have gone.
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