The Lost Tooth

 

The Lost Tooth

It would be the seventh baby tooth for the seven-year-old,

His Dad pulled it out like it was a morsel of gold,

No complaining, no resistance, the boy had been to this rodeo,

He was tired of the wiggly bit dangling there, hindering him so,

He walked right up and opened up wide,

His Dad’s big hand went gently inside,

Wham, bam, the tooth was out,

There was a slight pause then a gleeful shout,

“I’ll put it here, in the middle of the table, for safe keeping”, his dad said,

Amongst the lunch debris of the meal, we had just had,

Later on, I was cleaning up, I wiped the table really well,

Was the tooth really “lost”?... time would tell,

Later on, we looked at the table, but to our dismay,

The cleaning had really and truly wiped it away!

The lost tooth was “lost”, once again,

Sometimes in situations, you just can’t win,

We looked high and we looked low,

Searching on our hands and knees, you know,

Combing through the rug and seat cushions too,

Feeling helpless, not knowing what to do,

After checking the sink and down in the drain,

We had only to resolve and to carefully explain:

The lost tooth was lost, not figuratively, but literally,

The result of it did not change the boy’s sensibility,

The boy knew it was an accident and readily forgave,

The Tooth Fairy rewarded him, for he had been brave.

Tammy Harvey

6/13/2024