Empty Nest | #wednesdayverses

Silence, that once I craved,

Now comes to haunt me.

The walls now resound

with laughter and banter,

fights, wails, endless arguments

now wrapped as fond memories.

Some days, I hear voices

across the street, that reminds me

of the morning madness,

the sound of rushing feet

scurrying past the door,

those piles of clothes strewn on the bed,

and damp towels left on the floor;

the dirty socks unattended.

That wasn’t so long ago,

yet, feels like eons,

as I walk down the passage,

staring into empty rooms,

hoping for the phone to ring,

to hear those words I so long for—

Mom, I’m coming home.”

© Esha Mookerjee Dutta January 27, 2020

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(Linking up with Reema and Vinay for #WednesdayVerses based on this week’s picture prompt.)

 

 

 

 

15 thoughts

  1. Aah! I could relate to each and every word of this beautiful verse as our sonny boy was at boarding school for 7 years. I am so glad that he is back home with us now.

    1. Thanks a lot, Shilpa! I’m so glad it struck a chord in you. I know what’s coming for me so as I penned it , I was imagining what moms of other kids (who live far away from them), go through! It must not be easy, to say the least!

    1. Awww! Thanks so much, Rajlakshmi. Yes, isn’t it strange that after so many years we start wondering how our moms felt in our absence. So glad to hear you liked it.

    1. Thanks a lot for the prompt, Reema! So glad you liked it. It’s my very first poem written this year, but certainly not the last. 😊

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