"Seeds in the Nest"

My vision of life had become that of a nest, one that I would share with you,
One where I would keep you safe, share my triumphs and trials.
I would
Help you pass through your end of days as best I could.

It was not time, I was not prepared, and circumstance interfered;
You were gone, and
My nest was empty.

I was devastated; though you still lived, you were not part of my
Vision, my life…
”My Nest.”

My nest remained empty.
It remained that way for years.
I was not there the night you passed; I could not be at your side.
My heart died a little bit then.
My Spirit went cold.

I lost my love for myself, and went on many destructive paths
Down dark alleyways of life.
Much of that time, I don’t even
Remember.

Years have passed,
I have grown and healed, though that empty
Hole in my nest where you once were,
Remains empty,

I look now, and I see green seeds of new life,
Even as I reach
An age not far from where you were when you left us.

What a conundrum,
For my nest to have new life at this point.
It somehow seems unfair.

I am still alone,
There is no one in my nest with me, but…
I have hopes, dreams, goals….
All the things I thought I had
Left in the dark.
There is hope, even now.

"Seeds in the nest"

^by
Jerry E Smith
©2/21/16
^{Authors note.
I saved this image years ago, I know I got it from pixabay dot com, but I didn't save it
Properly with an image link, this morning I scrolled through 25 + pages on that site
Trying to find it, or another that would be suitable. I did not find such, and this
Image is perfect for my writing about the loss of my mother.}

^{These .gifs were created for me by @coquiunlimited; many thanks}