the house we built,
the roof we placed,
walls are strong and safe,

the outside looks like how,
the mind creates,
the chimney tops,
the satellite dish,
a crooked areil,

the home inside,
painted and wallpapered,
pictures and nic nacs,
all around,
furntiure and pattens,

a family begins,
the memories we make,

as the nest will empty,
as one by one they fly,

the garden is a mess,
the heart has gone,
but the house,
is always there

Sharron Stephenson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-family-nest/