<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When the Children Leave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We go through the motions when the children leave, <br>buy special dresses or rent tuxedos for the wedding, <br>find a special Maine gift to celebrate the move to California, <br>write reminder notes for the bachelor son heading off<br>to the city after graduation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But even though we participate<br>in these celebrations of the future<br>our hearts are tinged<br>with melancholy, <br>a vague awareness of the inexorable momentum<br>of time's pendulum<br>that sweeps our little ones out of our arms<br>and into adulthood, <br>overwhelming us with the golden weight<br>of the years gone by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were there once.<br>We know the thrill of independence, <br>the passion of a new love, <br>the exhilaration and anticipation of<br>starting to define who we are as adults<br>and what we can contribute during our time.<br>So we join the happy celebrants, <br>raising toasts, jumping into the conga line, <br>pulling out the family albums.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the guests leave and the house is empty<br>the world is oblivious to our loss, <br>indifferent to our longing<br>that they be ours once again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we carve<br>hollow hideaways in our hearts<br>where we keep forever the little boy<br>or the little girl<br>and do not share them<br>with the world any more<br>when the children leave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ken+Nye">Ken Nye</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583043" data-title="When the Children Leave de Ken Nye" data-description="We go through the motions when the children leave, buy special dresses or rent tuxedos for the wedding, find a special Maine gift to celebrate the move to California, write reminder notes for the bachelor son heading off to the city after gradu..."></div> </div> </div>

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