Like jewels on crowns
The little buddies sat in a row
Hands clutched together
Raring to go
Filled with intent
To put up a good show.
Weaving their magic slowly
Through days and nights
Sticking through thick and thin
Determined to fight
Facing all odds
To wipe out the blight.
As the operations drew to a close
And it was time to stop the force
The crestfallen buddies shaken, morose
Unglued, fragmented
After almost a year
Yet content, in a victory
Straighforward and clear
Were happy to see
The mouth break free
And smile winsomely;
No longer captive
To shame, or fear.
Date Sept22, 2016
Contest Short story
My passion for writing and my profession(Orthdontics) created this short story.
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