The Storm

I awake in the dark of night.
Am I alone? I don’t feel right.
I take a deep breath and catch the sweet scent
Of both him and her which was my intent.
I know I am safe but some comfort won’t hurt.
I stir and I whimper and reach for her shirt.
She wraps me up and pulls me in close.
This is where I like to be most.
I take a gulp and get a taste of
All I wanted, my mother’s love.
And then I feel a strong, warm hand
Placed on my back, right on demand.
Daddy’s here, too, and we’re together and warm
Drifting back to sleep, safe from the storm.