by Teeth as white as snow,
Connected by a wire.
Train tracks, as some may call the.
Ridged edges to be sharpened.
The loud rumble of a machine.
Wanted for many, only afforded by some.
Loving the outcome, but not the damage,
To the wallet.
Very kind and I feel it is real.
I come in every month, or maybe once per two.
The activities and people are always up to something new.
Soon the day will come when it will be normal.
But I will miss these times,
The smiles will not fade.
I promise to remember,
That I need to keep it bright.
Tears were shed when the time came.
I do not know why but it made me smile.
I walked out of the doors,
More confident than ever before.
And for that, I am forever grateful.
Some say I don’t need,
But I felt that I,
Wanted to love my smile.