My First Tooth
My scraggly blonde hair covered my face,
Unbrushed from all the excitement.
I had finally gained the courage to pull out
My tiny, bright, white tooth.
I stuck the tiny tooth inside a rugged glass canning jar.
Excited to see what the tooth fairy would bring,
I jumped into bed,
Wishing for the morning
As the night began,
The room darkened,
Sending me into wonderland.
Where I lived as a princess in a tall tower,
Riding my marvelous white horse into the sunset,
I awoke the next morning,
The gaping hole in my mouth,
And the five dollars in my jar,
Proving my dream true,
I had lost my first tooth.
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