Empty Nest

A decade of writing grocery lists only for me, no longer a disorienting, not ever ordinary task.
Remembering walking the aisles, pushing a cart,
Spotting the foods, snacks you both loved.
How that faded away as I realized I would no longer
Cook meals for both of you, your friends gathered around a table
Laughing, storytelling, sharing gratitude, playing a ridiculous board game.
These movie scene memories upload in wistful, bittersweet today moments.

Now you are fully loving and loving in your adult lives with others I have met, many I have not met, may not ever meet.
Now you are both fully free to fall, get back up, rest, rejuvenate, rejoice, regroup without me witnessing, listening, interfering, celebrating,
Commenting, correcting, or guiding.
You cultivate trust in your own inner wisdom.

Now you fly free lifted by an invisible wind of Unconditional Love,
Fueled in part by a touchstone tree of Momma Love acceptance which
Remains rooted here for your return if or when you freely choose to
Hug this tree of Momma Love.

For I am the wind, the tree, the branches, and the empty nest.

I learned how to walk the aisles of a grocery store gathering that which
Nourished an emancipated Momma’s Soul flourishing in her own
Sovereignty, choices, and creations rooted in abundant, fully alive
Mother Earth.

Fly free beautiful children. Fly free.