Waiting

Tonight the house is filled with
Just boys (and me)
Raiding the refrigerator.
Bowls piled with bananas, grapes, yogurt
The spoon a shovel.

I miss the smell of nail polish,
The ordering,
The tidying.
The questions
And the plans.

My girl is growing up,
Independent.
Persistent.
Herself.

She'll be back
Yearning for more
Adventures
And
Discovery.
It waits.