LEFT BEHIND TEETH. The time had come, to go to my late mother's house, I took my daughter with me, we were quiet as a mouse, I was a little nervous, my daughter made me brave, It was only a few weeks ago, she was buried in a grave. We packed books, ornaments, dishes all away, We swept and cleaned the house, virtually all day, My mother's old relics reminded me of younger days, As I stared at each photo, my eyes began to glaze. I quickly stopped the tears, I was brave once more, I had to be, as my daughter was opening the door, She's only six and fairly bright for her age, She really helped me, she deserves a ten pound wage. I gave her a cardboard box, to put some things in, Has Nana gone to Heaven with Jesus the King? 'Yes' I said, I was taken aback, I could hardly breathe, I hope he doesn't take her out, cos here are her teeth. By Vanessa.