First Dental Appointment

Having no appointment myself,
I’m a serene gull surfing air currents.
You’re intrigued by the hydraulic chair,
florescent lights, and sit quietly while he works.
I pat your hand, tell you what a brave boy you are.

Now its Mommy’s turn

I’m as trapped as that squirrel that fell
down our chimney, left hundreds of sooty paw prints
scurrying to escape.

My only way out
is to climb into the dentist’s chair.
You pat my hand, tell me what a brave mommy I am.



About the Poet:
Although previously published in “Scaling the Face of Reason: An Anthology of Canadian Poetry”, an eventful family life and successful career did not leave enough space for poetry. After germinating in the rich soil of motherhood and work as a nurse, Kimberly Peterson now returns to poetry full time.

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