Invaded By the Tribe

Invaded by the tribe The old station wagon Pulls to halt in my driveway. The five children fall out of its rusted doors shouting and laughing. She turns off the noisy engine. Slips ghostlike from the drivers seat. Her five hours of driving In a bedlam of her children’s noise. Looking so slight and frail. My heart melts again. I enfold her in my arms And whisper thanks for coming. Even though I have moaned About her children’s disruptions. The extra work cooking And entertaining. I look into my sisters face And whisper I love you Sis. You are always welcome In my house. And in my heart