A Storm In My Nest

It is my nest with three baby flies With the noise of overwhelming love and glee Their mother bird will fly all along the day to fetch their prey Though there is a chase behind the money Up to that morning they were gay The stormy day dawned with her arrival She arrived as a guest and started her play. The sheen of my nest started to change And slowly it lost it’s laughs and happy notes Though she was sixty lost her sense and started her play Every second of that moved as an year and every sound from my home turned as curse She is my mother and grandma to my kids Attacked us with the cruel words and tears She came as a breeze and left As a storm from my nest Sorry my Dad! He will have to look after you from her.