I remember how you used to come to my room
when the tempest was at its height
and the house groaned with fearful incantations.
I remember your hand, gently brushing the panic
from my brow, cooling my blood
and flushing the dark corners with light.
I remember wondering, what kind of being is this,
who shows no consternation and
can smile in the face of such awesome power?
I remember thinking; promising that I would
always feel safe within the arc of
your strength, as a ship to the lighthouse beam.
I remember this, as I stroke the brow above
two frightened eyes that examine mine,
searching for the strength, as I once did.