No more loud and boisterous nights
No more listening to all their fights.
No more friends at the front door.
No more need to keep the score.
No more legos, scattered about
No more saying: “please don’t shout!”
No need to be King Solomon wise…
No more “that’s not fair!” cries.
No more milk cartons in the fridge,
Empty, of course, not even a smidge.
No more cooking to feed an army,
No more socks smelling so smarmy.
No more sitting around the table at night
Listening to their conversations with delight.
No more lying awake at night for the sound,
Of one more kid who, Home, has found.
No more stretching the budget to feed
All those kids and any friend in need…
Of a home-cooked meal, served with love,
And a pinch and a push and a kick and a shove.
No more greetings in the early morn..
From the first, and second, and third-born.
No more hugs as they hurry on by….
No more leavings, to make Mom cry.
No more pitter-patter of chubby little feet,
No more peanut butter kisses so sweet.
So many “no mores” what am I to do?
No more kids saying “Mom, I love you!”
Sitting in my solitude, watching HGTV,
My cell phone rings, of course it’s for me.
A young man asks if, a ticket I will buy,
Earning money for camp, he’s giving it a try.
I don’t need a ticket, for heaven’s sakes,
I don’t eat breakfast, much less pancakes!
But he’s so sweet, what can I do?
“Thanks, Grandma, I love you!”
Life does come full circle, doesn’t it?
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