River Flows in Me

River Flows in Me

---By JoyAnna

The evening breeze with tender grace,

Brushes softly river's face.

The sunset glows on waves that gleam,

As sky slips on its twilight dream.

Two sets of prints along the sand—

Dad and I, hand clasped in hand.

The Yangtze whispered by our side,

While laughter rang both far and wide.

Its song still flows inside of me,

A bond with Dad, in memory.