Inception

I think I felt my daughter speak to me
 Whisper her presence in the depths of my core
 Felt her name bubble into my mind “Shamiso”
 When I saw that sweet angelic face across from me on the red line
 I felt the tears 
 The push and pull of an atom about to split in my chest
 I am bursting on the inside
 My blood watering the field that is garden from whence she may grow
 If her roots are strong enough
 If my soil is filled with the magical possibility of this 
 Bliss
 Am I ready ?
 To hear her gurgle at me when I write
 When I perform this poem of her inception in my mind 
 Before made whole
 They say children are born or beg to be born
 Maybe it is I who is quivering inside
 Waiting to be born again
 Maybe this is just a subway fling
 A brief glimpse of an alternate woman I am or could be
 Who is brave enough to be
 Birthed again.