The Quiet
It’s too quiet
Something my mom
Used to say after
Our holiday visits
Well, actually
After any visit
Once their nest
Was empty
And although
Our nest is
Not quite empty
I’m beginning
To understand
The sentiment
A flurry of activity
The aroma of food
Being prepared
But mostly, the voices-
Once they return
To their own homes
The quiet leaves space
For melancholy
And missing
But mostly, the quiet
Leaves space
For memories
And a grateful heart
Piano Girl 
I understand Kelley … these days my little abode is very quiet, I suppose that is why my music is always playing.
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Music is a must. 💛
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🎼😌
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I agree with your mother. I raised four children and I have five grandchildren. I dislike a quiet house. A amazing poem shared dear poet.
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Thank you. 😊
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