My Dentist

My Dentist

When I look into my dentist’s face
I cannot help but be impressed.
Her smile is something I admire
Her pearly whites without a crest.

Not a mark or stain or crack
Not a space that I can see
Not a filling, cap or crown
How can such perfection be?

If only I had known at three
What I know now, I would concur
If I had taken better care
My dentures would not smile back at her.