Little Bird, Fly Away

My first day of kindergarten is vivid in my mind. 
For me, the annual first day picture had just begun. 
I remember having few front teeth to complement my summer tan.
My gleam was so large, and the backpack much too big. 

There was three kids along with my dad, 
And every few years the crowd got smaller.
After a while, there was only two kids. 
The amount ever dwindling, now there's just me. 

The nest is getting smaller, and I'm still growing up.
Some days, the house sits in silence, 
With no more toddlers, no more childish squeals.
Some days all we have the chance to say is goodnight.

There will come a time when I will have to go through the same thing.
My kids will grow up, sadly, and they will leave my nest. 
Then I will know how my parents feel,
To be the only ones left in the big house, made for more than two. 

KZ