The day I went to the dentist by Fiona Goodwin

My castle is this body
With British teeth
And one had to be saved the day she died
The dentist was pre-warned
There will be tears as you work
That have nothing to do With a lack of Novacaine
He drilled
While I listenened
Through the headphones to the story of my Queen.
The tears ran down my face and neck,
She was everybody’s,
She was the mother we had and lost,
The mother we never had.
She presided over us bickering children
And we imagined she was on our side.
My prayer is that her reign
Has inspired me and you
To live for something greater than ourselves
That someone may say one day,
“She was a promise of destiny well met.”