somewhere there’s a baby
guarded by a half-wolf
named delilah. a fearless
baby that’s protected. nobody
hurts her. nobody slaps
her soft freckled cheeks
or pinches her butt
on the playground. she
doesn’t fall for his
hollow blue eyes. she
becomes a woman who
can howl. a woman
who growls from her
belly and snarls. nobody
makes her body their
own. she doesn’t run
after dark shadows hoping
they become light. she
doesn’t bend herself into
shapes to fit boxes
made for trapping. she
finds the moonlight behind
her own eyes. she
runs with packs of
stars and knows that
somewhere she’s a half-wolf
guarding a cradle. she
becomes the protector.
There was a real Delilah but my parents had to get rid of her because she protected me too well. I wish I remembered her.
Wonderful writing👏👏
Thank you so much. That means a lot.❤️
You’re so welcome 😀
Very powerful and inspiring portrayal of an important guardian! <3
Thank you so much, Tom! I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
Absolutely. Every kid needs that one protector who won’t give up on them. 🐺
Nicely done.
Thank you so much! This one was very emotional for me to write.
A like is not nearly like enough. So beautiful you brought me to tears. More later.
I adore this. Gorgeously powerful poem. ❤️🙏
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. That means so much to me.
Well now is later, and I am back.
My former cat loved to roll around in my worn scented shirts on the closet floor, finding the scent of me irresistible. That’s kind of how I feel about this poem. Beginning with that evocative image, so many stories just within itself, then that first line, “somewhere there’s a baby”, yes, please, tell me more. And you do. All the myriad things she doesn’t do or don’t happen – but we know the other side of that veil – you do and they do. How can you be so much in two places at the same time? But you do that too. I can’t read that without my heart beating deeper than before. And I like the teeth, no, I love the teeth.
“She runs with packs of stars… “ You do, you do.
I am honored to be your friend.
You are so incredibly kind and generous with this comment. This poem is so personal and hints at so many things that have happened in my life and you’ve zeroed in on that feeling and comforted me with your words. I’m honored to be your friend too. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Wonderful poem Bridgette, captivating and inspiring 👍🤝♥️
Thank you! I’m so glad you found it inspiring.
Amazing portrayal amazing words written you. Beautiful shadow picture.
“after dark shadows hoping
they become light. she
doesn’t bend herself into
shapes to fit boxes”
I’m glad those lines spoke to you. Thank you for always being so supportive.
Me too! You always kindness reply me!
Very very happy. You spoke !💯💐
Wow – l love this! 🙂🌺
Thank you! That means so much to me.
I love the inspiration of your story and Delia’s howling spirit❤️
Thank you so much! I sure wish I had a photo of her.
Oh that would be cool💕
Oh wow, this is beautiful, powerful writing! This will be one to remember! 🐺🤍
You are so kind! Thank you.
Interesting transition from the baby to the wolf—both being one half wolf!
I’m so glad you found it interesting. Thank you so much.
Yer welcome, Bridgette-! 😀
This is such a beautiful and powerful piece of writing. So evocative too. I loved it.
What a kind comment! Thank you so much.
Powerful piece Bridgette….love how she grew to be a protector as well. May we all have someone in our corner like this 💞
Thank you, Dawn. It’s a very personal piece and I think I’ve got a lot more to say about protection.
So much of ourselves gets poured into our writing, especially poetry, doesn’t it? I believe that’s why it resonates with others. 💞💞💞I look forward to reading more! 💞
Such powerful images! Such protectors are so needed, huh?
Thank you. They are indeed! I feel her guiding me a lot right now.