the flood

My name is Allison.
I lived a hundred years
before the flood. I knew it was coming
nearly the whole time, but I never saw it.
some saw it while I yet lived but I
had always been lucky, a good star,
birth chart charted by a family friend
lost to the plague, another biblical blip
to start my era.
I worried about children.
Would they survive the flood? If not them,
then, who? But when it came they too
were old, so old. Had been too afraid to have
children of their own, who may have lived, who knows.
But things survived
some things,
some language.
What was lost for having known so long
the flood would come,
I do not know.
What do you want to know from me?
I'm glad you've called, here on the hill, and yet
why me?