Baby Teeth
In a heart-shaped box
A mother keeps her children’s teeth
Who’s cries had once stole her from sleep
As they blossomed like a thorny rose
In teenie tiny pearly rows
One by one they wiggle free
Like paper boats drift off to sea
Just when the hugs turn into squirming
And their words begin hurting
Even if they don't understand
Why you keep their teeth in your nightstand
Because certain things have to fall out
What's that all about?
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