sometimes i wish
for an empty nest ~
winged thoughts
would soar to the skies;
would leave me with nothing but
abandoned feathers & reminiscent twigs
sometimes i wish
for an empty nest ~
a new dawn;
and a breath of precious silence.
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Another Wandering Soul 
I sometimes have those breathes of precious silence, now. Ahhh. There is an air of reward in these moments of grace. My oldest is 40, by youngest is 19 and still at home, but is no longer entirely dependent me. Sometimes I am able to Not Do. — Bear
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Oh, it is a marvelous gift to be able to simply Not Do. Thank you for your comment – it made me smile. How wonderful that you have found peace. 🙂
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my wings of thoughts are taking me to outer spaces, Its the age probably, your mind knows the peace, but your heart wants to fly… In time , hopefully i will find my empty nest,,, i hope!!
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Oh, I hope so, too. Thank you for the visit 🙂
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nice work by the way,,, i reapply appreciate the song that your words string..
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Thank you so much…
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and dare I say? Shall I say, as soon as I read your words Empty Nest my memoir sprung to mind. My interpretation as a mother – wishing for that breath of precious silence? Was so wanted, but then when silence fell…so longed for. Exquisite my friend- simply and utterly xxx
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i thought of your memoir title when i wrote this xx 😉 thank you so much…
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Oh, this tickles me. I wish for this when I exhale and then when I inhale… I long for a newborn. M hormones must really be having a grand ol’ time. 😉
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hahaha glad you enjoyed 🙂
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