Father's Embrace

Sat upon the rocking chair, his child cradled in his arms
His crimson top, in the crackling firelight, glowing
A soft voice sings, masking the rain against the window
Curled up tightly, secure on his fathers lap
The child whispers in the quiet of his heart:

"Hold me close, Father, snug within your arms.
Shelter me from the driving rain falling all around.

Sing over me everything flowing from your heart.
Whisper sweetly, softly words my soul understands.

I feel the warmth of your breathe, giving me life
And peace as I cling to you.

Never let me go, Father, always
Left me have your embrace."

By Pete Scopes