Empty Nesting..Krazy

Getting home late last night, I fell into my habit of 'nite nite' kisses.  Harder to break than smoking, this monkey on my back seems to tease and taunt me as I peak into an empty bedroom still filled with the victory secret wings displayed with pride of the 'Mama before' on her wall; perfume bottles half empty, sweet to seductive scents collected over time used as growing up became a game of alluring, concurring and the building of self confidence with the learned realization of the unnecessary need of the pawn; horse pictures and trophies of the years of stages and phases; all I have  taught, applauded and celebrated alongside her with grace and honor.  Each memory cherished.  My ‘monkey’, my last baby girl, my legacy, my friend.
 I now consider my history as that of a child bride with the Immaculate Conception.  Still ageless, I have gained the wisdom of time, and the stupidity of not calculating the essence of the departure.   Yet   I realize that my best habit will never be broken.  I won’t let it be.  Therefore, I blow kisses to the wind, smile at the accomplishments, trust in the preparation I have put forth, and know that this empty nest syndrome, is just another title given to the accomplished. 
No songs in reference as there is nothing to compare to this melody of life.  Krazy.