Realization

by Dan Verner

The children are years gone

From this empty nest
Married, moved away, departed,
And
I no longer know when spring comes.

There are no more swim meets to chauffeur
No anxious awaiting of college acceptances
Or rejections
No proms to plan for
And as the months slide on
No graduations
Or weddings
Or end of school giddiness.

Spring is much like summer
Without these markers
And I am suspended, timeless
And yet somehow growing older
Wondering where the months

And where the children have gone.

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Dan Verner is a retired English teacher who blogs each weekday on Biscuit City, writes a column for the Observer newspapers and is a proud member of Write by the Rails. Dan is also on the staff of Nacho, the cat who owns Dan’s house.

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