In the picture before me
I see a bird family in a birdhouse
The baby birds wait there
As the mom flies back with food and care
The dad is nowhere in sight
But the mom is captured in flight
The babies aren't filled with fright
Because they see their mom outside the door in the daylight
What happened to dad?
No one knows
But that's how the story must sometimes go
They make due and begin each day a new
