my poems

Mother Bird

The bird sat in the birch,

a storm making it lurch,

but she wouldn't fly away,

on her nest she had to stay.

Guarding her chicks from the weather,

trying to keep it together,

thinking of their sake never her own,

protecting them when she could have flown.

Comforting them hoping for peace,

waiting for the down pour to cease.

Though it didn't come true,

nothing for them to do.

Holding them close stricken by fright,

knowing it wouldn't be alright,

feeling it was shaking,

near the point of breaking.

This fate she couldn't condemn,

struggling to stay with them.

Shedding a sorrowful tear,

the apex was drawing near.

A roaring thunder clap,

the tree made a harsh snap.

At least they were with each other,

the children and caring mother.