The Empty Nest - Maggie King

Out on a limb

Two birds sit and wait

Wondering why

Their nest isn’t full.

It isn’t empty

From baby birds leaving,

But rather

From them never arriving.

They build different nests

On different limbs

With different twigs,

But no matter how different

Their nest stays the same.

Empty.

They keep singing songs

In hopes of finding the joy-

Finding their joy.

Theirs.

To keep.

But why can’t they keep it?

Out on a limb

Two birds sit and wait

Wondering why

Their nest isn’t full.

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Maggie King's husband and her have battled infertility for over 3 years now. A spare room of theirs sits empty, waiting to be filled with love and life. While hope still lingers within the walls of our house, sadness finds its way in sometimes. This poem is a reflection of that experience.