#Poetry: Teeth…



The dentist sits alone at night

Counting teeth with all his might

No fairy in his youth did come

No silver dollar with morning light

His tooth, taken by another’s hand.

Now he has more to place beneath

His pillow white. Each morning

A silver bright dollar he did find.

Who placed it there in dead of night?

He does not care. Just to see the dollar

Bright, fills him with youthful

Memories, sheer delight…

©Anita Dawes

Leave a Reply