A shelf of shoes, unmatched and overflowing
A sock left in the laundry all alone

A pair of glasses for computer working
A charger from a previous mobile phone

Some letters sent obliviously, now stacked
Awaiting reading like that dusty book

A pile of magazines stuffed in the rack
Remember your promise to one day take a look

Now fully fledged our chick has flown the nest
And found a home that she can call her own

I wonder when she’ll come and get the rest, ’cause
We’re longing for some empty nest syndrome!

Allegedly, our daughter’s left home. Looking around, I’m not yet totally convinced!
(20.09.23)

© Ben Quant 2023
Original photo by Robert Thiemann on Unsplash