she will always remember 

Daddy's loving arms

the safety of his care

remember the peace . . . 

the sweet smell

of his sweat

the familiar worn t-shirt

she buries her face in

the feel of crisp hairs

thru her fingers 

as she wraps them 

'round his neck

clinging to her daddy

the one she knows

and loves . . . 

her rescuer, her hero

a bad dream

or a lost kitten,

a broken toy 

or a bad grade,

a bruised ego 

or a shattered heart

she will always come to you

for the shelter of your love,

the warmth of your arms

the music of your heart 

. . . that is a peace of hers