Progeny

 Progeny

by Vaishnavi Pernenkil

She noticed the crinkles in her face as deep as the cracks of a droughted field.

The wisps of white clinging to her temples

brought forth a crooked smile like ripples in water,

like a drop resonating in a pool. 

Drops collect.

Fire Burns.

She held her granddaughter's hand,

spreading the warmth of her hearth to awaken a new.