AFTER KIDS HAVE LEFT THE NEST

She picks up the phone,
and holds it in her hand,
looking for the face of her son
in the rounded receiver,
even though
she hasn't made the call.

She searches for him where he isn't,
wishing that he was still playing
in the grass of the yard.
Remembering the way his toys
used to lie strewn across the carpet.
Remembering the way she said
he had to pick up his Transformers,
because otherwise people might step on them,
and get hurt.

She stared into the empty receiver,
silent,
as if crickets might chirp in the background,
but there was noone there.

Her children were gone.
Her son was too busy
working on his career
to want to talk
and would only say hi
every 3 weeks.
Perhaps it would be better,
after she retired.
But for now,
she could only spend time
with her husband,
the two missing their children
together
and waiting
for their calls.

Copyright ©2006 Ashi Shadow 12/16/06 on Mother.