Disturbing Person
February 4, 2013
The Visit
February 4, 2013

The Dentist

Beaming, she stood at her surgery door,
looking over us all,
Rather like a mother hen over her chicks.
And the dark dismal atmosphere lifted away
And we waited, wondering who would be
next.
Sofia is short, sharp, smart in her whites.
She is skilful, a Cypriot, a lifetime in
dentistry.
Holding me firmly it seems in a headlock,
Wedging phone between her neck and her
shoulder,
Making appointments, giving advice, to walk
in visitors.
All the time drilling or scaling my teeth,
Interrupting her dialogue with, “ Bravo
Elizabeth.”
When she looks into my mouth, she looks into
my life.
“You don’t smoke, you do drink a lot of
caffeine;
You should consider a good tongue clean.
Of course you must in six months be seen
And do take this fresh camomile for your
tea.”
It is with pleasure I look forward to seeing
Sofia,
For she will keep my smile attractive.
She also lifts my spirits up high,
Re- affirming it’s good to be alive.