Why don’t you have teeth there
Nanna he says pointing to the gaps
oh I say they got worn out
chewing all those apples and nuts
bored with being stuck in one spot
they hungered to explore new caves
I tried to pep them up
twice a day they sang
to the twang of floss
squeaked when brushed clean
but it wasn’t enough
one by one they left
bring them back Nanna he sobs
bring them back
At a loss I make two fingers teeth
march them home
they climb the cliff of my chin
roll on the tongue
sink into the their plush sockets
chatter to each other
on my grandson’s wet face a wide smile
Annette Mullumby (Western Australia)
First published in Poetry D'Amour (WA Poets Inc 2014)
An independent poetry journal. Watch your step.
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