My nest was made with care. I used only the best materials. Of course, there is grass, straw and other important necessities. However, though it took time and much effort, I found precious things to remind me of you. All of you. The ones I love and hold dear.
In years past, the nest was full and rumbucious. Loud boys, close in age. Always wrestling, fighting, trying to ride the dog and trying to find the cat (who was smart enough to hide).
Though sometimes the nest was crazy, it was full.
……….Full of love……….
I awoke one morning to find, the chicks had left the nest. The time had come, a blink of an eye, they were gone…..bye!
……….I love you………………..come see me………………..bye……….
The tears, oh the tears. The nest overflowing with my tears. One of the most difficult times in my life, when my little birds took flight.
Flying on their own. A great big sky. Young, good-looking men. Though I am sad, missing them so…I am so proud.
I look around my nest and I see all of the wonderful memories it had been built of. Let’s see, we have a few baseball cards–only a few from a collection of hundreds (all worthless lol). I was allowed a few of the duplicates, carefully selected by the boys after they both agreed on which cards.
Trust me, it was a process. Cards spread out all over the place. It took them days to finally reach a decision. Finally, I was dispersed a Michael LeBelle (Cardinals), John Led (Mets) and lastly, a Jeremy Jude (Red Sox).
What? What’s that you say? You’ve never heard of these guys? Well, why do you think they gave them to me? lmao…I got the duds, the losers, the unknowns, probably let go before they played a single game! Mostly likely, I am their only fan. Do you know why? Because my sons gave them to me.
“It does not matter what the gift is, as long as its given with love”
This is true in all cases except when a lover gives you a fake diamond. If this ever happens, the lady has permission by law, to squeeze the diamonds out of him no matter how hard you have to strangle him.
I suppose this is a good place to end my touching and sentimental story. There are many more memorable items in my nest. Perhaps I will share a few more with you another time down the road. I am a bit tired right now.
Squeezing is very tiring.
by Renee Robinson
