As we sit on the worn park bench,
I cuddle my child and feel so rich.
I am thankful for sharing our secrets
on this old bench.
She turns to me asking how we grow up
not to be afraid of the storms.
I whisper softly in her ear,
"You are not afraid because you know that
I am here.
I will always protect you and keep you safe
because I will always be near."
I leaned down to give her a kiss when she
jumped up and running from me saying,
"Ha-ha Momma, you missed."
I laugh gently out loud, looking to the
skies for any dark clouds.
I am protective of my loving child,
and offer a prayer of thankfulness out loud.
Written by: Tamara Lesley