Emptiness

This is for all Mothers. Nothing hurts more than watching their kids grow up and leave.

She's crying in the basement,
hiding from the rest.
Warmth: the strangest feeling in this nest.

All she does is shudder.
Freezing to the point.
While everything around her disappoints.

Walls are slowly breaking.
Tenderness deflating.
The outside fence is painted perfectly.

Ceiling non-existent.
Love is inconsistent.
The garden's view is every neighbor's dream.

The plants and trees are dying
Winter's looming through
She quit trying to solve this Rubik's cube.

Play the songs for Christmas.
Come see the tree, the lights.
Prepare to celebrate it every night

The House is in surround sound.
The Television loud.
The Radio never mute.
The Kids are on their headphones
A picture perfect view.

Except 
I heard a whimper in the basement,
Somebody 
hiding from the rest....
I guess
There's nothing warm about an empty nest.