Anxiety at 4.

"What's that mama?"
The little boy listened to the outside.
There were noises, scratching, scraping, banging.
The sound of air, as a voice, screaming out loud.

"What's that mama?"
A Loud crashing noise, rolled under the floor.
It created such a din.
How could he sleep through this?
What if they all got in?

"What's that mama?"
Was he going to have to fight?
Were there evil prowlers about?
Would they be taken in their sleep?
Mama had said the door wasn't safe enough.
She said the walls were feeble.
She said the trailer could burn away in five minutes.

"What's that mama?"
"It's just the wind, my son. My precious little boy.
When you were brought into this world,
you taught me the meaning of joy.

"What's that mama?"
"It's the siding caving in, the wind has blown the panels out.
I can fix it tomorrow.
The wind blew louder and louder,
It was dark and raining outside.
Another 'something' clanged about.
The son hid under the covers. 

"what's that mama?"
"It's something under our home.
We don't have much money son,
 to repair what is breaking.
But tomorrow we can assess the damage.
Tomorrow we can put it all back safe.

"Safe is a good place to be.
Safe is where you are.
You're always going to be safe with me,
My boy, my little star.

"We have food in the fridge,
We have gas in the car.
If trouble tries to find us,
we can drive really far.
So sleep my son, my life,
I'm going to stay right here.