Grace 1207

A Tooth Fairy

Under a familiar grey roof,

where I sleep and wake up
365 days and over.
Looking into the mirror,
Tearing,
I saw my milk tooth shaking in my mouth.
As a little girl, I thought I could die from
Losing one tooth.

My grandmother,
who was my home,
who cooked for me every morning,
who fried me fish,
who fed me fat,
who’d never blame me,

Right at the moment,

She came talking to me
with her modest voice.

She’s telling me one funniest story,

bending her knees down to the floor,
tying a thread around my tooth.
I laughed, she laughed.
My baby tooth was pulled out.

Odor of red fluid

never bother me from day on.
My grandmother proud of her planting,
the growing of my courage.