The Holiday Nest
They swoop in,
those little birdies
that flew the nest;
returning home for the holidays
and to get their laundry done.
We’re used to it being the two of us again—
always knowing where to find the remote control,
and we don’t have to close the bedroom door.
But for a flash of time, we’re together again,
our little flock.
So what if dishes and glasses
begin taking over the coffee table,
or that no one seems to know how
to switch off a light when they leave the room.
That’s not such a big deal,
After waving goodbye as the last one flies off,
we head to the bedroom,
leaving the door open.