The ivory tower is empty now, no footsteps on the stair,
I listen out to hear them, but know they are not there.
No shouting to disturb me, no head to enter in,
My tower’s all my own again tranquillity within.
And yet I’ll hear their echo until they come again,
Those precious ones that love me, my own among the men.
With hearts so soft and open, young minds that seek and see,
A world so full of wonder, so empty, yet so free.
Life’s yet to take its toll on them while childhood rules the day,
Their greatest of decisions, of what to watch or play.
The comfort of a daughter whose love is rare and true
With whom to share heart’s secrets and who gives hers to you.
The dust it now has settled, the mess no longer frowns,
The table’s clear, the lights turned off, the shoe rack empty now.
Yet something now seems missing as I settle to my work,
I sigh in quiet contentment, but something’s bound to lurk.
I miss the noise, the bustle, (though I could not bear it long),
Each time they come to visit it lifts my heart in song.
And now I hear it echo as I settle down to write,
A smile dawns on my face ‘mist memories warm and bright.