A few years ago a friend told me that baby girls are born with all their eggs . This means that when your nana was pregnant with your mum she also carried you as a little egg. My nana was pregnant with my mum in 1949 and I like the idea that the eggs that went on to be me and my four sisters were in there too. It inspired me to write this poem.
I used to be a Russian doll and live inside another,
echos of my fetal self growing in my mother.
When pregnant with me at 20 weeks a set of three we were,
my eggs were formed so my future children also lived in her.
Three generations stacked together Russian dolls of flesh,
it can only happen though the female line making women truly blessed.