I notice the quiet a little bit more                              Photo 2007

from different smells

and towels on the floor

a slight lonely feeling

from corners of rooms

and a wondering

have they gone too soon?

are they ok? I ask every day

Thirty six years of keeping a look-out,

thirty six years of making sure,

Cooking and cleaning, whose socks are these?

Don’t come home too late,

calls from the door,

well just because I need my sleep too!

and preferably not at half past four

when door knocks and wondering happens no more

I notice the quiet with a different tone

knowing it wont be disturbed with a yell

or an argument, or two

a demand or a clue

as to what is for dinner if I can be bothered

as if I could not

as the ages increase its not only my chore.

But the quiet I know is here to stay

for longer

as empty the house grows each day

and realizations to living alone

are made from the memory of what was once known

and only known as the years went by

and home life was built in the sweetness of eyes

that look endearing

when each time we pass

or frown at the voice

of a tricky command

Never known is a life without that sweet touch

or a moment of heart felt feeling as such

never before in a home without kids

of one age or other

up to their tricks!

But time must move on and they fly from the nest

and leave a silence with food of your own

fridge stays full longer

less washing to do

and the bathroom certainly has a new view

The silence is changing the world of the mind

thinking is easier and theres time on my side

no need to rush home

or make separate plans

but gather the memories

of my favorite clan

knowing their only a phone call away

and still I do miss them – every day

                              Photo 2008

And now 2016 🙂