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 Above the air I breathe heavy rainclouds no longer shed tears Sadness has been replaced by my baby’s laugh.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.