RESPONSE TO POEM 'A CHILD'S WINGS'

I suffer from empty nest syndrome.
I never thought I would deal
with that mental affliction,
but between beautiful memories
and an abject loneliness,
there is a sadness that becomes
a profound depression.
As a result,
I don't look at old photos.
I can only deduce
that time is brutal and merciless.
This may not be
the correct interpretation
of your poem,
but your words evoked
a nostalgia and melancholy
that constantly haunt me.