Legacy

There is an eternal place

where the birthing begins.

It decides what is meant to be.

My motherhood is crying out to me

from some primal core

where wisdom lives.

But we are all still children.

I remember the look in their eyes

wide and innocent

peering up at me

searching for something to trust.

I tried to offer them

what truth I could: my heart

hoping they would forgive me my privilege and

accept my love.

Life slowly reveals

the heartbreak we inherit.