Tomorrow they leave

Well, tomorrow they leave.
They with their little kisses and hugs.
Their "I love you's"
Their "I don't want potatoes" turns to "Oh I love potatoes."
The running to greet me when I come home and
their blowing kisses when I leave.

the house will be sooooo quiet again.
Dunno if I like quiet anymore.

But we'll get along. 
We have for the past ten years that they have been alive.
It's just that now, we know what we're missing.