Wrote something new....
The leaves are falling;
it’s getting darker
earlier and earlier
and to top it off for a person who loves summer,
they figure out that the tooth fairy isn’t real.
they like adult knowing.
I know this is only the beginning of knowing.
Actually, the beginning was before;
it keeps happening.
Every year, another step away from the womb
that grew the tooth
that was under the pillow
when they woke to our faces
in their face
sliding the dollar beneath their head
taking the tooth that was once a part of me anyways.
I told my parents I was going to my 20th year
reunion from high school.
Their faces contorted into shock and disbelief -
almost annoyance -
that the leaves keep falling
and that we are not trees
that can live for hundreds of years
and that I, their baby,
have lost all my teeth and have been out of high school for twenty years.
Every now and then these are the things
that splash the cold water in our faces
to let us know to get living
while we can
before the last leaf falls.
Until then, there is more.
There is always more,
even when their eyes lock ours
and they catch us as the tooth fairy
and they wonder what else we’ve lied to them about
and one says, “It’s ok. Don’t tell me any more for now. You can save it for yourself until I’m older.”
Which somehow makes your heart break
more than it ever would have just because
a silly old tooth you grew in your body
fell out of their head
and they know the fairy is you.