Mum

So much self-defence is hidden in mere teeth…

Thinking about it now
I never felt closer to my Mum than on the day
When I first saw her
Smiling at me
With a big gap
Instead of teeth
That smile was so shy
Fragile
Like a butterfly
Folding its wings
Asking
Will you still love me…
The answer died in my throat
For she would never accept
That I’ve never seen her more beautiful…