A Mother's Storm
i hate the feeling that this force brings
dancing butterflies with spikes for wings
starting as a flutter on my stomach they're tapping
the closer it gets my ribs are now cracking
the clouds grow dark hurricane in sight
a brave mask takes what's left of my might
no longer able to hold the fledgling in my arms
no longer able to shelter from what harms
the storm leaves me but takes him along
yearning him to fly back where he belongs
falling speck of sand seems like a day
while wishing for eternal flowers of may
the sun pushing through blackened haze
the little bird weathered the menacing maze
shaken and bumped fortunately no lethal wrong
the child now calm by my his mother's song
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