trailer trash poetry-- a bit of reality to put the big dream off

My daughter Caroline is six. For two weeks Caroline's front tooth was dangling on a remnant of her gums and yesterday she bit into a cantaloupe and voila we had a piece of cantaloupe with a baby tooth. Now the other front tooth is balancing, yet holding on for dear life, crooked but bold. When Caroline opens her mouth to smile at me I think two words: trailer trash.
In the car today she said to me: "I like this part of town because it hassss grassss to roll in, ssshade from the treesss to read a book in and pretty flowersss I would like to pick and put in a vassse." Trailer trash poetry. I have a daughter with one front tooth. I am living the dream.

Inez