I have updated this post, and added a poem.
Within my mum, within her mum, a tiny egg was developed*,
Within my matriarchal line this egg was enveloped,
The time came, this awesome egg received it’s spark
And Two new humans formed, ready to make their mark.
Two within, and within them seven who came to be
And within five of them were eggs with potentiality.
*Source: In your grandmother’s womb: The egg that made you. (includes update)
Poems for my Grandmother: