I’m your first grandchild.
Born to your first daughter.
I understand your humming
Your whistles and whispers
We are the same, you and me.
I wish i knew more of your
I can hazard a guess, but I can only imagine.
It’s maternal, i know it is.
The line that was frayed between us. It couldn’t be stronger now,
now that i know.
i sat inside your womb, as an ova,
Waiting to be born.
We were there together, as women, we were within each other.
Your neurology in my brain, me, just waiting.