{"id":297,"date":"2018-12-05T03:04:11","date_gmt":"2018-12-05T09:04:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/?p=297"},"modified":"2019-02-25T20:36:35","modified_gmt":"2019-02-25T20:36:35","slug":"teeth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/teeth\/","title":{"rendered":"Teeth"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I can’t say I don’t like my life,
\nFor that would be far from the truth.
\nBut there is one thing that bothers me so
\nAnd that was the day, I lost all my teeth.<\/p>\n

It would not have been that bad,
\nIf during the whole span of last year,
\nI didn’t cry all the time, from my despair,
\nAnd I could have at least, worn some false teeth.<\/p>\n

Other than trying to eat, then could not,
\nIt greatly effected how I looked.
\nI suddenly transformed from young woman,
\nInto the old grandma without any teeth.<\/p>\n

So I hid myself away, in my own little world.
\nThat way no one could see how I looked.
\nMy family tried to encourage me a times.
\nBut I didn’t want even them to see, me with no teeth.<\/p>\n

A traumatic and miserable year has gone by.
\nAnd I put my family through many kinds of hell,
\nFor it’s was very hard for them to stay close,
\nWhen I turned inside myself, because of teeth.<\/p>\n

I changed overnight, from a lady that smiled,
\nTo a scared person that always covered her mouth.
\nI would cry if I saw how I looked in a mirror,
\nCause I hated how I looked without teeth.<\/p>\n

I lived though one of the worse years I have known,
\nAs it had taken me a whole year to finally mend.
\nMy family was strained, but it getting better again,
\nNow that I say with a smile, “I have teeth”.<\/p>\n

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Poem Style – No Style Format \/ Poem Catagory – Personal
\nWritten by Lady Kathleen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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