to my 87 year old mother on losing a tooth

now you have a pirate’s look - 
at times a pirate’s laugh as well,
a high seas  dry and salty cackle. 

perhaps i should get you a three cornered hat,
an old grey parrot with a line in cynical aphorisms, 
baggy pants and a sword shaped like a young moon, 
so you can travel in a frigate of dreams to a land 
where the ground laughs when the gods tell good jokes.