Teeth – Lois E. Linkens

I had just moved into the big green Room

Down the Hall. I missed my walls and floor yet

Knowed one must welcome change as Mother’s womb

Did welcome life – my toys and things were kept

They said in boxes for the little One.

I tucked a Tooth below my head that night,

The Morrow sure would yield a Penny bright!

I thought. (It never came, but I was dumb.)

Dropped that Tooth in Cola; one new white case

In sweet brown seas. Perhaps the liner sank.

But it was Gone by eve, as gone was I,

To some new Room, another piece of Sky.

I would that Teeth were Eyes, that walls were green.

A sugared drink might make these sights unseen.