Tooth

The sea breeze hits my face,
my mother calls me over,
the heat scolds my back,
my eyes connect with a special item.

The bargaining begins with a frail old lady,
numbers being shouted out,
20! 15! 18! 16!
It's settled I have one, I finally have one!

It doesn't look like much,
but to me it's my precious,
it is a small object,
but has big meaning to me.

From my country in which I have pride,
memories flood back,
the water cool, the sand hot,
I used to be sad, but now I am not,

from an animal so majestic and beautiful,
now lies around my neck,
this is why I hold dearest
my sea lion's tooth.