Written for Wea’ve Written Weekly.
Our PoW Benjamin asks us to write a
poem about dreaming of having more
time to ourselves …. but how do we
feel after the novelty wears off?

I whispered to the spider on the wall one weary night,
“Someday they’ll be older, and this house will hold less light….
less noise, less need, less tiny hands still reaching out for mine,
and I’ll have hours that are only mine, and I’ll finally be fine.”
The rooms went quiet, like I’d wished, the mornings stretched out wide,
No small feet on the stairs at dawn, no one calling from outside.
I sat with all that emptiness I’d dreamed of years ago,
And found it didn’t satisfy even though I wished it so.
I hadn’t known that quiet has a weight all of its own,
That freedom, when it finally comes, feels a lot like all alone.
I missed the noise I used to curse, the chaos and the mess….
Turns out the fullness of my life was no burden, I confess.
I still talk to spiders now, and empty rooms, and air,
Not because I’m lonely, but because love left something there….
An echo in the quiet, proof that I was needed then,
And maybe, if I’m patient, I’ll be needed once again.
NAR©2026
#W3
This is “The Spider and the Fly” by The Rolling Stones
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, except where otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

I understand you my sister.
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I knew you would! 🥰
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This is a moving poem, Nancy. ‘…An echo in the quiet, proof that I was needed then,
And maybe, if I’m patient, I’ll be needed once again.’
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Thanks very much, Indira.
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Oh yes, it’s tough sometimes when we get what we wished for.
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Exactly right, mon amie! Merci ☺️
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Nice post, Nancy. That heavy absence of noise forces us to sit with our thoughts, unpack experiences, and sometimes confront the unspoken things lingering between people. It is a gravity we all feel, but rarely voice.
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Very nicely put, Jim. I appreciate you reading my poem and sharing your thoughts today.
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I noticed as I read this that the different between your bid for freedom with your own time and mine- was the silence, the being alone- was something I have lived with all my life. This was beautiful Nancy.
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That’s an excellent point, Jodi. There was never really “silence” in my life, not when I was a child or young adult and not even after my own kids flew the coop. Life just got a little quieter …. and then the grandkids came along! The only time I am truly alone are the days Bill goes fishing; the house is empty and still and I relish every second of solitude …. but if I’m being honest, I am always the most happy when he comes home. 😊
Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts with me.
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Be careful what you wish for! Good one, Nancy–and so true.
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That was the working title of my poem, Lois; says it all. Thanks!
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lovely insight, beautifully delivered in well-structured verse. thanks for sharing
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Always my pleasure to share and to read your lovely comments. Thank you, Ron.
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A powerful description of the passage of time.
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If we’re lucky, something many of us experience. Thanks, Dan.
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Yes … this one echoes within me …
With impending quietness and peacefulness,
there is also a disturbing emptiness and loneliness, my dear friend …
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A very common feeling, my friend, but that doesn’t make it any easier to bear. Thank you for your insightful comments and a new and different musical selection. 💙🎶
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Oh … you’re up early … Syml’s songs are my fav’s at the moment, Nancy
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Very busy day, and our granddaughter is here also.
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This is moving Nance – you paint the bittersweet truth of parenthood so well – the transition from the chaos of raising children to the sudden, heavy quiet of an empty nest 💜
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A fact of life so many of us experience. Thanks, Ange; so pleased to know you enjoyed my poem. 🩶
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That freedom, when it finally comes, feels a lot like all alone. This sentence is so strong. It resonates deeply. Great post today Nancy
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My favorite line in this poem, Ernie! I’m so glad you felt it, too. Thanks, Dawg! 🐶
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🙏💗
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Fabulous ❤️
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Thanks so much, Lesley! 💕
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Nancy, I love how your poem shows that the quiet you once wanted can feel heavy, because the old noise was really love filling the house. 🕷️
~David
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That’s it exactly, David …. a case of being careful what you wish for! Thanks for your insightful comments, my friend. ☺️
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*un abbraccio*
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