The Storm

Wendy Woolfson

The Storm by Wendy Woolfson

I was holding you as we stared out the windows at the storm.

A high rise building with panoramic views of the purpling sky forks of lightning flashing continuously stabbing down from the heavens with such force and regularity and then the thunder; my god how it crashed I mean, usually I'm not scared in a storm but this was so loud!

We realised it must be right over our heads; what if we were hit?

You cooried in closer to me and I could feel the softness of your hair. The small of your back was soft and exposed. Your grip round my neck and shoulders tight. The rain streaming down - monsoon.

We moved to another room feeling unsafe and I feared for us I feared for you. My son.

It was some time after awakening, when the sleep was gone from my eyes and we'd breakfasted. While I was going about my busy day I stopped and realised; Here is a new person in my dreams. Here is my son in my dreams, and I cradle and cherish him even then. Suddenly I have this significant person in my life; a person I created, and he enters into that most secretive of places in my head to dwell and be a constant

And that will never change

Forever