One finger looks bare
without its turquoise ring.
I pull my sleeve down
over my bracelet.
Perhaps
I should have given it
to my father.
My grandmother comes to see us.
She brings a piece of bread
for me
One finger looks bare
without its turquoise ring.
I pull my sleeve down
over my bracelet.
Perhaps
I should have given it
to my father.
My grandmother comes to see us.
She brings a piece of bread
for me