Widowed Mom

I miss my little birds
Who flew our nest,
Of all in life,
I love them best.

They married
And moved out of State,
I sit and wait,
Home, all alone,
At a silent phone,
And when I call them
In their home,
A machine answers,
They're gone.

I miss my little ones
Who flew our nest,
Of all in life,
I love them best...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz