Lonely, the nest once brimmed with life’s delight,
Where laughter danced and dreams took flight,
Now hushed, bereft, a mother’s tear-stained gaze,
As fledglings soar to distant sunlit days.
Their wings, like time, embrace the boundless sky,
Yet echoes linger, memories drifting nigh,
In corridors of heartache, whispers wend,
A song of love that knows no end.
A bundle of joy and sacrifice unfurled,
Forever bound, though separate worlds,
For in the empty nest, a love remains,
A beacon in the night, where solace gains.
