Pearl

She asked me where I got my ring

And that it was beautiful

Should I tell her it was once hers?

Or that Papa knew how much she loved her pearls?

Her eyes grazed at my hand

With every passing motion

She innocently admired it, or

Desperately longed for it

I couldn't quite tell

Distracted by faint memories

She reminisced with stories and

Told me what similar taste we had

We laughed and smiled

And for an instant, I swear she knew

But she did not consider it true

Her eyes glistened and her face rested again

She asked me where I got my ring

And that it was beautiful