During the visit,
there’s something about
the clothes strewn on the floor
soon to be dumped in the washer,
wallet lying on the dresser,
cell plugged in,
bed comforter in shambles
because the messiness
means he’s home.
Now with air miles accumulated
back in the familiar time zone,
his room shines, neatness
grating on my nerves,
silence like receiving
the cold shoulder.
My hand pulls back the comforter,
tousling, creating wrinkles and lumps
in the navy fabric as though rumpled
from a restful night’s sleep,
then I pull some old shirts from the
closet, tossing them on the floor
just so I can pretend the good-byes
hadn’t found freedom.
Lauren Scott (c)
29 thoughts on “The Mess”
I so understand this
It’s hard, isn’t it, Beth?
Probably the only time when messiness is welcome! 😉 So beautifully written, my dear Lauren. ❤
Oh, you’re absolutely right, Marina! And even though the silence is deafening for a day or two, it’s worth those awesome visits. Thanks for your beautiful comment, my friend. Hugs xoxoxo
😉😘😘😘 Many many hugs back!!!
How empty-nesters miss the mess! What a lovely poem Lauren, you’ve captured the sentiments so well.
It’s so true, Balroop! Thank you for your lovely comment! 💞
They are always missed when they leave.
Yep! It takes me a day or two to get used to the silence again. But that’s always worth their visits. 🙂
Well done, friend.
Thanks so much, Audrey! 💞
❤ Beautifully written, lovely Lauren and I understand this. ❤ xXx
Thanks very much, Jane, for your lovely words. Such a rollercoaster of emotions. 🙂 Much love, my friend. ❤️❤️❤️
Hi Lauren, this is a lovely poem. I can imagine I will feel like this when my sons leave home one day.
Thanks for your kind words, Robbie. Our son left a few days ago after a great visit. And then this poem was born. 🙂 The goodbye’s are always emotional, but the visits are worth it. ❤️
Yes, I can already see that’s how it will be.
I can relate to this, Lauren. I clean my daughter’s room because when she comes, she comes with her hubby and two darling kids. But I basically keep everything she left in the room. She feels at home when she come. I still call it “Mercy’s room.” 🙂
I’m glad you understand my feelings here, Miriam. Our son and daughter’s room haven’t changed much either, their photos still hang, and things they can’t take right now because of room. The only change is the addition of a treadmill. 🥰
A little messiness can be welcome sometimes, because of what it means.
Exactly, Binky. Until that next visit…. 🙂
empty nest syndrome and a solution! wonderful
There has to be a way to get through those emotions, even if it’s a messy, slow slog. 🙂 Thank you for stopping by and commenting!
What a beautiful poem, Lauren. You have captured the moment so beautifully. Too good.
Thanks so much, Kamal. So many emotions after a wonderful visit. 🙂 💞
And new memories were made ❤
The silver lining. Thanks, Debby! 💕
Lauren, this is so beautifully written and you have captured what so many of us know. Even after all these years, it is still difficult when they are away. We know the time will come and we’ve done a good job preparing them, but we never think to prepare ourselves, if that is even possible. After all, they will always be our babies. Love and Hugs, dear friend.
Thanks, Michelle, and you have said it well, too. Oh, the emotions…sigh…but the visits are worth the heart tugs when they leave. Hope you are well, my friend, and thanks for popping in. Love and hugs back to you! ❤️❤️