It’s scary, fearful, and terrifying.
Yet I am so ashamed.
Like a child, I am crying.

Everyone goes through it.
So why am I so worried?
Why do I get these crazy thoughts…
Of being buried?

If I would go ahead
And let the dentist pull them out,
Then I could say tomorrow,
There is nothing to worry about.
Love Concerned.

10-6-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Wisdom teeth