Tradition

Short, thin fingers; loose mottled skin  

flattening bread dough

The bread of the reservations, made into

dusty disks,

ready for the heat of the oil.

“Gramma, did your mother teach you this?”  

I ask.

She stares at me with glazed eyes.

“My mother was buried many years ago.”

she says.

Naida Lavon

Poems and Prompts

10-21-12

Prompts: Five Easy Pieces  

1-Describe a person’s hands

2-describe what the hands are doing

3-Use a metaphor to say something about an exotic place

4-Mention what you want to ask this person in relation to 2 & 3

5- The person responds in a way that indicates they only understood part of your question.

20 minute write