I lost a tooth to the dentist, thus the poem. Humor
|The Death of a Relative
Yesterday, I lost a relative
and a dear friend;
We were inseparable.
She had been with me through thick and thin;
We ate and drank together every day;
She was with me throughout my life,
Wherever I went, so did she.
She was approximately
Three quarter of a century old.
Give or take a few years;
She only recently caused me some grief;
She was aging and I knew
it would not be long before
I would have to bid her adieu,
To at least say a final goodbye;
But, the powers that be told me she had to go.
It wasn't easy giving her up,
I asked, with a sigh, “Can I at least give her
a proper funeral?” The dentist said, “No.”
Goodbye 'sweet' tooth.
© Janice Bumbalough Marler
April 19, 2016