Empty Nest

My empty nest is filled with stuff
The little birdies left behind.
My friends all think I’m nuts
But for the most part, I don’t really mind.

Without their toys, mementos, books,
Of course, I’d have a lot more space
But cleaning house would mean
That all those memories I would erase.

My nest is small and I could use
The shelves and drawers for other things
Yet what they didn’t take
Reminds me of their youth – what joy it brings!