Are you my mother?

One of my favorite books to read to children is called Are You My Mother? by P. D. Eastman about a baby bird searching for his mother.
The following poem is a true story about a nest that a mama wren built in our garage this spring.
The book reminds me of this poem, and this poem reminds me of the book.  Check them both out. (You'll have to get a copy of the book yourself).


Mama Wren
Through a partially opened window in our garage she flew,
Mama Wren had a lot of construction to do,
Carefully she chose a spot tucked safely away,
In the corner of a shelf among-st automotive spray,
In & out, in & out, bringing one stick then two,
The mound of debris steadily grew,
Working diligently she perfected a bowl-shaped nest,
Then quietly retired there for some much-needed rest,
Within days her eggs were nestled inside,
Four small eggs, she watched over with pride,
We too watched her eggs and were astonished by,
How quickly they hatched, grew and could fly,
Tweeting loudly they instinctively begged to be fed,
Mouths wide open with tongues of bright red,
Mama Wren dutifully took care of them well,
And now they are gone; leaving me my story to tell.

Tammy Harvey  written:  6/4/2016