Infant Recollection of a Higher Time by Ivy Lin

From the evening skyline of the Manhattan coast

The sun shines goodbye

I’ve woken from the another snooze

And stretch nimble limbs

My mother watches from her seat, careful not to speak,

I reach for her, another embrace

But resort with little pride

She is after all, contained; though not -

My father must be about

Blood, sweat, and tears alike

I am clueless therefore

And smile despite

The lights oh my, strike strong with no remorse

I long for that power

I’m confined to a sofa seat

Wooden to touch

I cry a sound, a sob

No one is around

Manhattan, despite my oblivion carries forth with true effort