I remember
By threeleafshamrock
Fri, 09 Oct 2009
- 2121 reads
10 comments
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.
- Log in to post comments
Comments
A lovely piece Chris, minor
Permalink Submitted by lenchenelf on
A lovely piece Chris, minor suggestion, feel free to blow raspberries at me, but would 'Flushing' work in place of 'poisoning' in the 2nd stanza?
(now scurries off, dodging the flying slipper) atb Lenax
- Log in to post comments
This is a lovely poem Chris.
This is a lovely poem Chris. much enjoyed and identified with. Val x
- Log in to post comments
I too could identify with
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I too could identify with this, Chris. A lovely poem.
Tina xx
- Log in to post comments
Beautiful I think xx
Permalink Submitted by sarah wilson on
Beautiful I think xx
- Log in to post comments
Aaawwwwww Chris you little
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Aaawwwwww Chris you little softie ;) Wonderful poem, I'm sure you're a great dad!
Magic xxx
- Log in to post comments