TEETH

 

She study all about dental and teeth,

As I miss her mouth and what’s beneath,

I miss your cuspids, incisors, and bicuspids,

And us going to places with our kids.

 

I miss her maxilla and mandible,

And the scent of fresh candles,

I miss you calling out my sextants,

While my heart misses you in a rant.

 

My heart aches and needs a suture,

I have bruxism while my teeth grind at night

I want us back together so we can have future,

While my soul is bleeding and putting up a fight.

 

We are missing our children loose their deciduous teeth,

As you don’t need an explorer to tell what is going on underneath,

I’m staying close by and you can’t pull me away with forceps,

As I feel your warmth from all the depths.

 

She taught me all about Palmers notation,

As I was her guinea pig as her patient,

And I miss hear her say, “one tooth is distal to another”,

She is missing a lot time being as a mother.

 

She would fill my mouth with algenate,

As it would taste awful as I couldn’t wait,

A tooth is made up of dentin, pulp, cementum and enamel,

And there is no water stored, just fat in a hump of a camel.

 

Our children have 20 teeth while adults have 32,

We both lost our third molars and now have 28 which is true,

I learned a lot about brushing and the Stillman technique,

I like the roll stoke the best but I still need to tweak.

 

I will always be remember those dental days,

I miss the times I would have a dental impression,

And her holding her instruments in a dental tray,

Just thinking about teeth holds back the aggression.