The Empty Nest
With children
a house becomes alive
Without them
an empty shell
With children
new moments of joy arrive
Without them
an unringing bell
With children
laughter stays in the air
Without them
but memories dwell
With children
the years to age unimpaired
Without them
— all magic is quelled
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
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