I tell her <br />that the moon <br /> <br />is God’s <br />lost contact lens <br /> <br />and that <br />the thunder <br /> <br />is Him <br /> <br />rummaging ‘round <br />in the Heavens <br /> <br />myopically looking for it. <br /> <br />“God is a noisy old devil <br />isn’t he? ” <br /> <br />“I see! ” <br />she says. <br /> <br />Considers this <br />for a bit then: <br /> <br />“Oh Daddy! <br />you’re being silly again! ” <br /> <br />She scolds in her <br />mother’s tone. <br /> <br />And takes my hand <br />walks me down <br /> <br />the road unafraid <br /> <br />as if I were her <br />three year old.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-unafraid-for-lyn/