I Remember

I remember a stubbly cheek prickling my lips, a strong hand holding me protectively when I was small. I remember a spanking for eating mud pies, hearing stories of when he was young lying in the grass under the stars. I remember strong arms wrapped about my trembling body, rescuing me. I remember a strong, wise, quiet guide always there when I needed him. I remember my father. Previously Published: Shattered Moonbeams 2016