The day I lost my tooth,

Was awhile ago heading up to grade four.

I’d run my tongue along the lifeless gap,

Where my tooth had been before.

I remember the bloody gauze,

And stuck out my mouth wide in front of my mum.

While the uneven gap might feel like a big change,

She told me that a brand new tooth would start growing in my gum.

In a while the gap would stop feeling so strange,

I wouldn’t notice that the tooth was ever gone.

The only reason I seem to miss it now after many years,

Was it’s because it was there for quite so long.

Then slowly but surely many years back,

In the gap a new tooth grew.

And now it makes me wonder,

If people are like teeth too.