Then the plane from Italy landed. He’s here, he’s back said my daughter A.
Hip hip, hip hip, hip hip, hooray!
My son D is back in the nest, but not to stay,
Only for the summer months, hip hip, hooray!
I love my son. I do. I do.
But giving up my empty nest makes me want to cry – boo hoo, boo hoo.
You see, I’ve gotten used to living on my own, no mess, no fuss, no dirty rugs.
Just me, my clean house and on occasion some stinky bugs.
He dropped his suitcases which were as heavy as mules.
Then he ranted and raved about mom’s summer rules.
I know what you’re going to say, he said loud and clear,
Listen mom, I got it, I love you dear.
I listened intently as he spouted every word that day,
I was quiet and poised, waiting to hear what my little birdie had to say.
I know you’re turning 21 and it’s time to start really living,
But, gas is expensive and the extra money, I’m not giving.
Don’t party too hard and get your rest,
Soon you’ll start your internship and I know you’ll do your best
Working is hard, 9 to 5 is a grind,
But after a long day, video games will help you unwind.
I’m not doing your laundry, no cooking dinner every night,
I’m booked most evenings, jeez hope that’s all right.
Monday massage, Tuesday yoga, Wednesday I see my boyfriend L,
Thursday I’m usually blogging, are you okay with this? Do tell, do tell.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday are full to the brim,
What’s that you say, you need a trim?
Of course, of course, I’ll trim your hair any time,
In my nest, you know I’ll always help you save a dime.
You know I’m really glad to have you back for the summer,
Just follow my rules and the next few months won’t be a bummer.
You’ll have fun you will, wait and see,
We’ll cohabit lovely in the nest and drink iced tea.
Come September, I’ll wave goodbye and give you a hug and a kiss,
For when my nest is empty again, I know it will be you that I’ll truly miss.