A few years ago I wrote a poem titled The Chosen which spoke of my struggle to conceive. It was probably the most personal poem I’ve ever written. With the birth of my beautiful daughter I felt that it was necessary to write a follow-up poem because I have finally been chosen to be a mother. These past five months have been the best five months of my life and I owe it all to Avarie. This poem is for her.

They say the child chooses the mother

Before they are conceived.

They search and search until they

Find the perfect place to settle in

Like 1492 Columbus did

In search for a new world.

 

Now here I am…

a woman worthy to

hold the title of mother

for a child has finally chosen me

to be its home, life sentenced protector.

 

Created to breathe life into her lungs

Birth seeds of hope from my ovaries

that will blossom into a

future writer, artist, or world leader.

 

Beauty that is wrapped in

velvet sheets of new beginnings

Carrying within it my heart’s deepest desire.

 

Magnificent one, all mine,

You are a colossal presence,

like a new moon in an empty sky

The tides of your love

a magnetic gravitational pull.

 

For you are

in the hills of my bones

in the contour of my muscles

in the crown of my hair

in the nape of my neck

in the gentleness of my hands

in the waterfalls of my blood

in the light of my shadow

 

You are and always will be

the very best part of me.

A mirror perched within my reach,

my reflection looking back at me.

Reminding me that anything is possible

When you have FAITH.

 

No longer driven by the restless urge to create,

You are my masterpiece.

Like nights spent under Parisian skies

viewing paintings at the Louvre

Bathing in spiritual love,

I manifested you into existence.

 

I no longer sit still and wait.

I am no longer a broken clock

My time has finally come to hold you in my arms.

To love, care, and nurture the spirit

that has come to me in human form,

my baby Avarie.

 

My womb no longer weeps.

The months, now reminders that

you are getting older, getting stronger,

and will soon have dreams of your own.

 

I see you stare back at me

As I rock you to sleep at night

A soul meant to be, brown-eyed, laughing.

 

Above the air I breathe

heavy rainclouds no longer shed tears

Sadness has been replaced by my baby’s laugh.

Her eyes are the color of happiness.

My heart is now complete because…

 

I have been chosen.

I have been chosen.

I have been chosen.