A Child
By Ria An '27

I watch her
her fragile body rising
and falling to a small
sigh
that used to be words
of wisdom, my lighthouse

I watch her
her strong grip that used
to hold, to embrace me
tight
now feeble and delicate
unable to grab onto all our
memories

I hold her
firmly as she rises to
walk, now a
child of time
that I’m never letting
go