"WAITING BY THE WINDOW"
by Becky Hemsley
We waited nine months to meet you.
We waited to see you smile, to watch you walk, to hear you talk.
And I'm not sure you realise this but we now wait at the window every day for you to get home.
A home that is filled with all of your things, all of your noise.
But one day we will walk into your bedroom and there won't be clothes all over the floor. There won't be snacks that you've abandoned in every room and there won't be the noise of some obscure TV show echoing through the house.
Yes, one day our nest will be empty.
Quiet.
Tidy.
You will not need us anymore like you do now.
And that will mean we have done our job.
It will mean we have succeeded
in helping you grow your wings and in teaching you to fly.
And we will enjoy the quiet and the tidiness,
knowing that this is how it is supposed to be.
But we will also miss you. We'll miss the noise and miss the mess that tells us you are here.
So I hope you'll know that you can fly back whenever you want to.
Need to. Wish to.
That you can call us and tell us to put the kettle on
and open the snacks because you'll be here soon.
Because I'm not sure you'll realise this but we'll be here,
waiting to watch you walk through the door with a smile on your face.
Waiting to talk to you about what you've been up to.
Yes, even when you've flown the nest, we will be here.
Waiting by the window
for you to get home.
Beautiful image by Anna Fila
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