Misbah loves writing poetry. She says poetry is what makes her heart feels warm and light.
The Background Story
The poem was inspired by Brenda Arledge's word prompt "first," which she provided in her article "Word Prompts Help Creativity—Week 53." Bredz, thank you very much for this great word prompt. I enjoyed writing about it. The poem is about my first visit to a dentist. I was only seven years old at the time, and I remember being frightened. It was a terrifying experience, but now it makes me laugh at times. I hope you will enjoy reading this short poem.
From Amusement Park To Dental Clinic
It was Saturday, I still remember.
Papa took us all to an amusement park.
The park was jam-packed with thrilling rides.
I was with my siblings, looking around with delight.
All day, we had so much fun
Rides and rides, nonstop fun.
We quickly headed to the park area
There I saw racing go-karts.
I told my parents that I wanted to drive.
Seven years old can't drive, they replied.
I wept and moaned till they agreed. As I sat in the kart,
I felt I am a better driver than my dad. To prove this I had to drive.
I was driving it carefully at first, then
My mother waved and sent me a hug.
I lost focus, hit the wall, and broke my front teeth.
My screams were heard all across the world.
Dad ran in and picked me up,
and carried me to the dental club
The dental clinic was like a horror show.
Patients around with missing teeth and swollen mouths.
A nurse greeted me and took me in for a check-up.
I looked her in the eyes, sad and terrified.
It won't hurt, believe me, she said.
She told me to lie down while she went to get the needle.
"Some tortures are physical And some are mental, But the one that is both Is dental."
— Ogden Nash
I escaped from the room as soon as she moved.
I wasn't that lucky and was caught by my father.
He kissed me and said, "Don't worry, I'm here."
I was back again in that dreadful chamber.
Then I saw white-gloved hands holding a needle.
My parents hold my hands tight, and
The doctor placed that syringe into my mouth.
I moved my head in great fear, and then there was a stream of blood everywhere...
I then didn't let her continue her mission,
I thought I had won the competition, but
She scheduled another appointment for the next week
I didn't attend it as I was not ready to get treated.
I dodged the next visit for 12 long years
My second visit to the dentist wasn't that horrid
After 12 years of breaking it,
The dentist finally succeeded in capping it
My first dentist visit was something I'll never forget. I broke my teeth when I was seven years old, and the dentist eventually capped them on my second appointment when I was nearly twenty. It took me more than a decade to get prepared for this treatment. Lol! By the way, I'm no longer afraid of dentists, and I apologize to any dentists reading this. Wink!
"Happiness is your dentist telling you it won`t hurt and then having him catch his hand in the drill."
— Johnny Carson
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