In the final chapter
Of her gestational saga
That begin with a glass of wine
A creature burrowed through lovers lane
Swam through tides of the amnion
To make a little excursion
To life
And in these vicissitudes
Of emotional collapse
And abstruse forbearance
Her heart learned to love beyond
Any residue of fallback hate
And as the umbilical cord
Was severed by a blade
A love-bridge spanned from eye to eye
To ferry a monument
Down a generational rift.
