A new empty nester Iím going to be.
I gladly announce it, ďAt last Iíll be free!Ē
He just turned eighteen, bound for college is he;
We just returned home from a big shopping spree.
Iíll take out his bunk beds Iíve come to despise.
Clean under his bed where he hid stale French fries.
Iíll call in bulldozers to clean out the mess.
Weíll all need some shots to protect us, I guess.
His walls had been painted a hideous black.
His dťcor caused more than one panic attack.
When friends played loud music, too bad to believe,
Policemen were called and they made them all leave.
No more will his laundry be left on the floor;
No pin-up girlsí pictures taped inside his door.
I wonít have to wrestle my son out of bed;
He begged for more sleep and would try to play dead.
His bedroom will make me a fine sewing room.
Iíll repaint his walls and get rid of the gloom.
Or maybe his room could be used for a den
With tv and pool table, used by the men.
I might like to make it a room for my art.
Iíve needed an impetus for a fresh start.
Iíll spread out my canvases and all my paints
And seek inspiration; Iím free from constraints.
I think I deserve it; his room should be mine.
If someone else gets it, then I draw the line.
Iíve scrubbed it and cleaned it and picked up the trash.
His room was so bad Iíd break out in a rash.
The term ďempty nesterĒ means nothing to me.
As free as a bluebird, so happy Iíll be.
I raised him the best that I could, Iíll confess;
I could have tried harder in some ways, I guess.
The big day is here and his luggage is packed.
Weíre saying goodbye, as a matter of fact.
Heíll drive off to college with two other guys,
So why are these tears pouring down from my eyes?
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