Petey: A Sonnet


The Muse


To some it’s dumb to write a poem, no doubt,
For ducks or any other beast of fluff.
But when I pause to really work it out,
I think that poems are writ ’bout lesser stuff.
’Cuz Petey is no ordinary bird
That lives to nest and squawk, or flap and preen.
He suffers through so much without a word,
With feathers calm and countenance serene.
Our daughter’s held him tight since she was born,
And he has stayed with her through thick and thin:
Hot sleepless nights and times when she’s forlorn;
On sick days ending in the laundry bin.
I dread the day when you are lost, or torn,
She’ll have you ’til she’s old and you are worn.


The Tooth Fairy

Nica lost her first tooth! It was one that got damaged during that accident at preschool eight months ago, so, good riddance!

The tooth fell out last week, during dinner. Nica’s description of the event was so interesting to me. It was exactly the way a woman might react to getting engaged.

“I was so surprised, because I knew it was going to happen, but I didn’t know when.

“Should we call Grandma? This is very big news!”

“Wow, I… I just can’t believe it. But I’m so happy!”

“Mommy, don’t cry. I’m not making the biggest mistake of my life.” (Just kidding.)


Of course, Nica looked forward to her first visit from the Tooth Fairy. She had a lot of questions. Archie and I had to improvise.

Nica:  “How does the Tooth Fairy know when you’ve lost your tooth?”

Me:  “She’s got a magical sense about it. You know, like a dog can smell really well, even from very far away. The Tooth Fairy can, um, feel a tooth falling out, even from very far away.”

Nica:  “What if a dentist pulls out a tooth from a grownup? Does she feel that too?”

Me:  “Um, no, she can only sense baby teeth.”

Nica:  “Why does she take our teeth? What does she use them for?”

Me:  “I dunno. Maybe she recycles them. She uses the old teeth to make new teeth for, er, babies.”

Nica:  “Ew, so we all have used teeth??”

Me:  “You’re right, that would be gross. That probably doesn’t happen. Um, maybe she uses them to build stuff.”

Nica:  “Like a house?”

Me:  “Yes, maybe!”

Nica:  “Gross.”

Me:  “Yeah. That crazy Tooth Fairy. Yuck.”


Nica:  “Daddy, how did the Tooth Fairy come into my room? How did she get into the house?”

Archie:  “She can walk through walls!”

Nica:  “Wow! Like a ghost!”

Archie:  “Mm-hm!”


Nica:  “Mommy, how do you think the Tooth Fairy gets into houses?”

Me:  “Huh. Hm. Well, maybe she borrows Santa’s reindeer and uses his down-the-chimney technique. Maybe she calls him and says, Hey, Santa, can I use your sleigh? ‘Cuz you don’t use it 364 days out of the year. Think I could rent it out, and the reindeer too? I gotta go collect teeth from all over the world. Yeah, maybe that’s what she does!”

Nica:  “No, Mommy, that’s crazy.”


I had a question for her, too. What do you think the Tooth Fairy looks like?

“She has a round face and long, red hair.”

Fiery Fairy


“She has orange eyes, and her skin is light brown. She puts on yellow lipstick.”

Fierce Fairy


“She wears a long, light-green dress with a picture of a smiling mouth with lots of teeth on it, and blue shoes. And she has a magic wand with a big tooth at the end of it.”

Funky Fairy


“The wand sparkles and shines. Oh, and she has wings.”

Flying Fairy


“No, no, Mommy. Her wings are superhuge, and pink. And the sparkles should be light blue!”
“Oh, sorry.”

Fabulous Flying Fairy

“OK, how’s that?”

Fairy Fan