Tonight our youngest lost one of her last two baby teeth
That means I’ve only got one more chance to be the tooth fairy after tonight 
So tonight after I laid down with her and watched her sleeping for a while 
I slipped the tooth from under her pillow, ever so gently 
As I tiptoed to the kitchen to write a note from said fairy
and slip some tooth money into a ziploc bag, my heart ached
Deep into my chest, way down deep where her little head used to nuzzle
When she would sleep upon my breast and I was the only person who could make her happy 
There really is something to be said about the magic in a child’s eyes 
When they look at you with wonder and you’re the only thing they see
These years will fly by, fleeting softly into the night like a fairy 
Stealing away my joy like lost teeth 
and I’ll have nothing left to hold but the bag