A love that bares it’s teeth.


There is something so comforting
about sleeping children
the rise and fall of their chests
as they take each breath.

The sheer abandon
with which
they embrace the folds of sleep
faces clear of all concern

If you cannot resist
like I cannot
you smooth a bit of hair
caress a cheek soft as dew
and ponder
this tight feeling
that has lodged itself
into your breast.

a fierceness
a protective feeling
that comes and snarls
for just a moment
reminding you
silently
that this you will protect
at all costs
til death if need be.

This is something
that defines one
as a parent
as a loving protector
as a connected heart

To know such peace
such innocence
I would gladly give
all I am.

I think of those
without this gift
and wish
with my whole heart
that I could gift them
with a dream
a hope
a solemn wish
such as I have been given.

Children are
the thing that makes one young
not cars
not money
not career or success

children
with their complete love
unconditional
and deeply profound.

This creates
in those who love them
a baring of teeth
to anyone
who would harm
or destroy
any child
any child at all
for once you know the love of one
you love them all.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

One thought on “A love that bares it’s teeth.

  1. I might be doing something wrong then cause my kids are making me OLD. One walks a path far from awareness she must be kept on all the time. The other, sharp as a tack, but a burgeoning hell raiser, certifiably so.

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