empty nest

What speaks to me are the long silences of open doors that

once carried the melody of your voice in its creaking opening/closing

and your singing that brushed the hallway walls with hues of liquid

yellows.

My heart in tune with your smiling eyes and living rhythm.

Strong willow-best be gone to test your branches.

Bending fro and back in youthfulness as you ride the waves of life’s choices.

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