Sapphires

My grandma doesn't remember where she got her ring

The one she wants to give to me

Says my granddad bought it years after he died

I can't cry in front of her

She wouldn't know why

I wish she could hold onto the pieces until the puzzle was done

It is so cruel that the painting wears before it is finished

She still has the brush, but her other hand is turpentine. 

I'm fine

I'm fine

She taught me to sing

You know

All the old songs

Neither of us remember any more