Well it is time for a visit to the dentist again,
I don’t want to go but I will feel better in the end.
I finally gave in and called today,
I can’t escape this no matter how much I delay.

When it gets closer to the actual date,
I know I should be on time and must not be late.
But there suddenly is this fear that is gripping me,
I pray for snow, a blizzard, anything you see.

It is really very easy when you first get there,
They have pretty music and a nice soft chair.
The receptionist is always as pleasant as can be,
But she doesn’t share my fear, don’t you see.

I know sooner or later and I am fully aware,
They are going to put me in that dreaded chair.
Is it just a cleaning of my teeth I need today?,
I hope so and it is not too long I have to stay.

All kinds of things hanging everywhere,
Enough to give anyone a good scare.
Have you ever heard the sound of the drill?,
The sound of that thing will give you a chill.

There are very dark goggles to protect your eyes,
Hiding things though and you are in for a big surprise.
The stuff that they give you to make your gums numb,
That taste is it cherry or bubble gum?

I grip the arms of the chair as hard as I can,
I even stop breathing but that is not part of the plan.
The dentist is always so nice and has a special way,
Of saying to me, “Are you ok?”

When they are all through and I can finally get away,
I try to remember to tell them thanks and have a nice day.
My dentist really is very special you see,
I am glad they have the patience to put up with me.



© Brenda Sparkman
February 2004