I was wrong, oh so wrong. I judged you. I abandoned you without a backward glance, so sure was I of your betrayal. I did not listen to your quiet pleas that I listen to your side of the story.
Tooth, I was a fool. I should have known that you would never turn your back on me. When the dentist informed me that my dear sweet tooth was fine, but that it was the crown which failed, well, I nearly died of the shame.
The dentist praised your pluck and determination."That," she said, "is a healthy tooth!" She fitted you, and reassured you and tonight you are encased in a temporary crown, a crown which comes not even close to capturing your majesty.
But soon my sweet, soon you will be enrobed in the finest and strongest crown of which my insurance will cover 50%. It will be your finest hour.
Please tooth, take me back. I grovel at your gum line, will kiss the plaque between your teeth. I am at your mercy dear tooth.
With love and a humble heart,
Shiny Red Sara