In England, when a child loses a tooth, it is put under their pillow with promises of a visit from the tooth fairy who steals into the bedroom at night and takes the tooth and leaves a small amount of money in return...
2 pound coin clutched in my hand,
Terrified of making a noise,
I curve around the door
like the light outside your room.
Inside, even breathing, odd limbs stuck out of sheets,
hair spread across pillows.
Soft toys cuddled by innocence.
Padding to the table, I see the offering.
A tiny tooth, just blooded,
missing the damp warmth of its home,
Already, the signs are up - Vacancy!
screams the gap in her smile.
A swift bargain is made -
one tooth, enamel, root, speck of precious blood
exchanged for hammered copper and nickel.
One priceless, the other valued.
Where have we gone wrong?