Raking up winter’s debris next to the house
I found the tiny basket, a fallen relic of lives
born, nurtured and winged off to make their own ways.
I almost overlooked it among the twists of twigs
and dry grass, but for the intricacy of its weave,
the palm of a hand knit to hold expectations.
Miniscule aquamarine mosaics peppered its walls, like
photos of a neighbor’s children, forgotten.
I plucked bits of fluff from within and
slipped them into my wallet between my
cracked but held-tight memories of little ones
who once cried and grew and flew here, too.
– Joseph Hesch
© 2014, poem, Joseph Hesch, All rights reserved
JOSEPH HESCH (A Thing for Words) is a writer and poet from Albany, New York , an old friend of Bardo and a new core team member. Joe’s work is published in journals and anthologies coast-to-coast and worldwide. He posts poems and stories-in-progress on his blog, A Thing for Words. An original staff member at dVerse Poets Pub website, Joe was named one of Writers Digest Editor Robert Lee Brewer’s “2011 Best Tweeps for Writers to Follow.” He is also a member of the Grass Roots Poetry Group and featured in their 2013 poetry anthology Petrichor Rising.
4 thoughts on “Empty Nests”
I’ve had a similar experience this spring–it always inspires, doesn’t it?
Vivid, Joe, and perfectly evocative of spring and parenting. Nicely done.
I like your work. I’m also from N.Y… Yep I’m an “excuse” and loving the weather here in Sunny side up, CA
I like excuse instead of Syracuse.. 😉
I sit and smile as I think about the flutter of wings remembered as my children grew. Thanks for the memories. Who used that song as their theme song?