The Empty Nest
The little rascals are gone,
the Christmas tree dismantled,
the fine china back in the cupboard,
the cushions neatly resting in the sofa,
the gifts unwrapped, the loot hauled away.
Silence, emptiness fill the house, no longer a home.
One would give the world to have them back.
- Blanca Datuin,1999
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