The house has gone quiet, suddenly.
It filled like a tidal wave.
Noise came in
filled the home with life,
then it left.
Leaving behind
a tidal pool of trinkets:
a button,
a bell,
a bib.
I miss them already. My daughter, her husband and two children just left. What will I do now? My lap, my eyes, my ears and my heart feels so empty.
Tears. So hard to settle into the noisy silence after they pack up and leave. A beautiful poem for every Gramma’s heart.
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