One day, my mother lost her teeth in a dumpster. We were all eating tasty fried chicken amongst her. She was so upset, that her white and black eyes got big. I thought she was going to lose her mind and her wig. "Where did you put them?" I asked. "This is going to be an impossible task." Mama had placed them in the box; so she could chew. Mama would retrieve them, when she was through. We were ordered to the large green dumpster outside. All of us wanted to crawl into something and hide. The large green dumpster was full to our disgust. Everyone in the neighborhood was watching us. We looked into each and every stinking garbage bag. The stench was enough to make all of us gag. "But mama," I said, "can't you buy some more?" "Girl! Are you crazy? They cost three hundred dollars or four!" Almost at the bottom, we found our black garbage bag. We were so happy; we wanted to send up a flag. Next time, mama, "keep your teeth in your mouth, go on a strick diet, watch us eat, pr do without." Copyright (c) 1995 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This is a true story about my mother, who lost her
false teeth. We still laugh at this to this day. It is
one of a collection of three poems from my first
book that are about my family. There are many
others that are just as funny. I am hoping that
you are enjoying them. Marva L. Dowdin
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