How heavy is water?
Ask the woman who has been
carrying her mother's silence,
her daughter's dreams,
and her own grief
to work every morning
for the last fourteen years.
Ask the woman who opens her Bible
not because she feels strong —
but because she doesn't,
and she's learned that's exactly
when you open it.
Ask the woman who stands at a dripping faucet
at five forty-five in the morning
and whispers:
Lord, make the day possible.
Make me enough for it.
Water is heavy.
And patient.
And it finds its way through
every single time.
This book is for her.
This book is for you.
The Weight of Water — A Story of Women Who Held On
By Excel O. Nwaezike