Dolores.

• Author: Gomez, Jewelle
• Position: Poem

It was your photograph, framed, air brushed, glamorous, which made me think of you each day. "To my darling daughter" you'd written in the lower right hand corner. Spidery, weeping strokes. As a child, when I looked at the bureau from my bed I'd read those words and hear the jangle of your bracelets. When you came to visit me I would listen for their sound, reminding me of sleigh bells in an old Sonja Henie ice skating...