The Bustle in his Bedroom
The Weekend after Drop-off
Is loneliest of industries
Enacted by the Mother —

The Sweeping up of Bookshelves
And putting Clothes away
We shall not see used again
Until Thanksgiving (nay! Christmas) —

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One thousand pardons to Miss Dickinson, and to readers who are a little tired of my empty nest angst. But at least I chuckled a bit writing this. Good sign for everyone!