LEGACY..

The old widow surrounded herself with whatever left her dear destiny,

A swarm of dreams, heirlooms and a myriad of legacy.

Her wedding card, his jacket and her white lacey gown

Her recipes all in the pages of a diary now turned brown,

In a corner her sons' picture she found, 

and face to face she came with maternal love that she for long had disallowed,

It ached mildly, her emotions howled

Sons fought for her inheritance, her they maligned,

In front of her they abused her legacy, her fortunes, all before all for them she left behind.

This she never wished for;were destiny's fallacies,

Unendurable,melancholic memories!This wasn't legacy!

©Madhumita