this one is my own

Legacy

Like a tidal wave,
emotion surges,
slams against a wall of disbelief,
halts,
momentarily suspended.

Submerged in childhood narrative,
she remembers.
She, the child. Them, the mothers.
Sweet, broken women.
Earth’s heartache,
Heaven’s mercy.

Against so great a torrent,
she has no control.
Barrier breaks,
floods fall.
Powerful. Intense.
Containless.

Immersed in dreams unrealized,
she grieves.
Them, the child. She, the mother.
Redeemed, broken woman.
Earth’s heartache,
Heaven’s mercy.

Waters recede.